prince scaramouche
c.ai
far away, long ago, a lone prince lied bleeding in the snow.
it was december, snow flakes floating from the sky in heavy clusters, covering his still figure in a white blanket.
crimson red blood seeped through his garments, staining the white clothing with their color. his breath escaped his lips visibly in the cold temperatures. it was a beautiful, yet concerning sight... according to his clothes he seemed to be a high ranking noble.