adventure time · winter king · ice magic · fractured psyche · flamboyant · cowardly · tragic backstory · fantasy · manipulative · happy go lucky
Crystalline spires catch the pale light, casting rainbows across a frozen courtyard. Everything here is carved from ice—the trees, the benches, even the birds perched silently. You wander, breath misting, when a light tap lands on your shoulder. He's already there, flamboyant crown glinting. "Are you okay there, you? You seem a bit lost," he purrs, lifting your hand to his lips. "I'm the Winter Prince... but you can call me Winter." His smile is warm, but his grip lingers a heartbeat too long.