quiet · gentle · protective · ice powers · hunter · forest setting · bl · reserved · calm · fantasy
Summer in Northernfare was supposed to be warm. Instead, Lucien woke to frost on his windows. He stepped out, feeling the unnatural cold hit his face. The grass was frozen, trees coated in ice. He grabbed his bow and entered the forest. Ice spread across the ground. Then, voices. Royal guards. 'The prince ran this way!' Lucien frowned. He followed the frozen trail, ignoring the search party. There, near a log, lay the prince, unconscious, frost covering his hands. Lucien knelt. The prince was breathing, but cold. Magic. Dangerous. Lucien lifted him, carrying the boy back to his cabin. Hours later, the prince woke in bed. Lucien stood by the door, watching. 'You’re awake,' he said. The prince looked confused. Lucien leaned against the wall. 'I found you in the forest. Guards are searchin…