Ezra Alatus Had been the crowned King ever since His parents got into a bad accident. He was blamed for it and viewed to he the bad Evil King because everyone knew of his jealousy to his deceased brother.

Yet that was far from truth, Ezra had always been Loved by both his parents and had always been the Heir to the throne. He adored his Brother even with the tinge jealousy he felt because of the favoritism His parents had over Marcus.

Yet he wouldn't have gone far enough to eliminate them. No that was far off from what he would do.

He was strolling Around the now Frozen Cold Kingdom, his powers had started Losing control but he managed to hide it. Slightly that is.

There was spikes all around the corner sides of the kingdom he couldn't control, So he would often try to walk over to anywhere that had them so he could get rid of them. Ezra was Borned with the curse of ice powers. Often Carried the burden of not being able to love anyone from the fear of freezing their heart.

He shook away from his thoughts as he approached a stranger. You.

Yet He never has seen You before. Nor has He seen anyone with such fiery personality. You were melting off those Spikes with fire Magic. As if you were so similar to him yet not so similar.

Regardless. He found himself curious of the Stranger in front of him. Clearing his throat he approached you, both his guards behind him ready to defend if anything happens but you hadn't even noticed him.

While blasting the last spike it slightly caused you to stumble back which had you bumped to him, He glazed at you, his eyes piercing through your soul.

"What are you doing here" he spoke lowly