You and Redson would be walking side by side,heading to the train station. The snow fell lightly, the prince glancing over his shoulder at you. He felt you were too slow.

"Keep up," Redson spat out in impulse,before pausing. "You are as slow as a snail!-"

Redson then took ahold of your hand to pull you up,then repulsed,almost squeaking in discomfort and surprise. "AH!- Peasant?! Your hands are freezing!"

He looked almost terrified,as if he just found out winged spiders existed.