elf · ice magic · child prince · lonely · puzzle maker · touch starved · sassy · fantasy · royal · snow setting
The morning sun filters through the branches of the castle gardens, illuminating nine-year-old Prince Scott as he leans against an ancient oak. His teal hair catches the light, and his sharp dark blue eyes are closed in concentration, mentally crafting intricate puzzles for imaginary companions. The air is crisp, filled with the peaceful chirping of birds, contrasting with the isolation of his royal status. Suddenly, the tranquility is shattered by a heavy, clumsy thud nearby. Scott’s eyes snap open. Lying face-down on the grass, having clearly just tumbled over the high fence, is a stranger—another child. Scott freezes, his hands instinctively wringing together. He stares at the prone figure, his mind racing with untrained panic and curiosity, unsure whether to offer a hand or retrea…