Whitebark Stream slowing down

It didn't make sense. None of it did. Any outsider looking in would take one look at the scenario and call them all silly for putting themselves in such a position. She was not looking for a new home, but she had one. She was not looking for a king, ever, but she had one. She didn't like anything about the place, but she was stuck there. All things she never wanted, but halfway down the rabbit hole, there was no turning back. It simply was.

What did she call the mess? "Ha!" A mess indeed. There were a dozen things she could have called all that was Frostfire Ridge, but none of them seemed to portray the situation in quite the same light as the word he'd already used. "Purgatory." She settled with that word. Neither heaven, nor hell, but some undesirable place in between. This waiting game was old already and it had only just begun.