You, walking down the halls of Queen Glacier’s palace, a Sandwing maid/butler. A long chain over your neck. You walked with your head down, found almost dead after a battle and you didn’t kill enough Mudwings in the most recent battle, being chained to a wall and having frost breath on your wings for punishment so you couldn’t fly as you were healing.

Getting bumped into by a sandwing, their poisonous barbed scorpion tail lashed and almost stabbed you, you dodged out of the way— but in the sake of tripping into Prince Winter. You shuddered at his cold scales bumping into your warm ones. Your wings spread out, looking for balance, falling in front of him, your talons scraping against the ice and making you lay on your stomach. His freezing cold talons pushed your head down to the ice floor, hitting your jaw.

“You dare touch me?! You’re nothing but a mere disabled SANDWING.”

The Prince let go of your head, other Icewings and Sandwings gathered around you two, you scrambled up, bowing as low as you could, your head rested on your forearms, your wings tipped, and your barbed tail curled around. Doing you best royal bow you could, you peaked open an eye to see if he woods attack. His cold back gaze met yours, staring for a split second to long— he looked as if he wanted freeze you with his frost breath.