**Cornfield Chase—Hans Zimmer**
"Not the Twelve," Morgrave answered easily like that should be obvious, "but the One that lives in the Ice Cold Mountains of Vaskor; the BlueBloods."
The air, chilled by Morgrave's presence turned frosty at the impossible information. Surely the man was playing a cruel joke, although Ember couldn't think of what they had done so wrong to warrant such a misplaced joke.
The King chuckled, the sound echoing against the low whispers exchanged by many who thought that Adrian Morgrave was probably deranged. Ember would have thought the same as well—but something about the expensive servant's smile didn't allege to a joke.
