Cici Tsumis

Isle of Elah is a world with many stories. This the tragic story of Bianca Regin, known to the island as the Cold Queen. This is her life story that her daughters will never know of.

Prologue

In the face of battle, where all stakes are high…Bianca cannot afford to lose.

As far as she could recall her childhood, she didn’t have a loving home.

Her mother, of course, loved her. But her father had always been indifferent.

Duke Regin the Third was a strict and cold man who showed no interest in his only child, Bianca Regin.

Bianca always wondered why he married her mother.

Clara Regin was not pretty. She was plain. She was petite, fragile, and very timid. Whenever Duke Regin commanded something, she would follow along as the dutiful and faithful wife that she was.

There were rumors that they slept in separate beds. Bianca could never confirm this because the third floor was the master bedroom and where her father’s office and private library were located. It was forbidden to entry to anyone other than the head servant to clean.

Bianca slept on the second floor, where there was a small library and study room. It was just for her to use when her tutors came over for her lessons.

Father had his meetings at the office by the docks. He would spend most of his time there.

“Does he even care for us?” She questioned her mother at the age of 4.

Her mother would always say “Of course he loves you! Do you think he would be getting you the best tutors and education, if he didn’t?!”

“But why is he rarely here?” I muttered, not convinced. Mother heard me either way.

“Because he is a busy man with a growing business! He has no time even for himself, what makes you think he would have time for us?!” Mother would always defend him and shrill out an answer.

Since then, I didn’t bother asking anymore…

Present

I wonder if he will come here now. Would he stay by my side to face this upcoming battle with me?

I am no longer 4 nor 13 when I left home. It’s been years since I last saw them. I don’t remember my mother’s complexion at all. Was she blonde? or brunette?

Father… I can almost recall my father’s face. He and I are similar. I got my dashing looks from him.

Too bad it’s too late to make amends now. I shouldn’t have ignored his letters.

Mother has been gone for years. Father has been gone quite a long time. And I am still here barely hanging on to this miserable life.

“Bianca, call off your people and let’s chat for a bit! We can work things out!”

No, with him, never.

Nothing will bring me more satisfaction but to see his head ripped off from his body and dumped into the deep side of the ocean.

And then I can finally rest in peace with my beloved, Garreth.