Colder nights. Frozen forest. Everything almost covered in white. Would be such a dreamy place where foxes play in the snow, bunnies look up at the sky, if you weren't running past them to save your life again. Pushing past exhaustion and starving, stumbling and getting up again while shivering from the low temperatures. But you needed shelter this time. No more living in any place that would seem safe. Or you'd soon die.

You, once a royal living in mansions, eating whatever the soul pleases, now a runaway who was framed. With barely any winter clothes on, and barely strong enough to resist a few more days on their own

You've heard the hunters looking for you so the only place that went through your mind to hide was the mansion in the forest. The only royal who was above the others, yet kept his distance mostly from the world, and the world certainly not daring to invade his forest. That's why you risked it and ran. Ran past the borders, watched from shadows by glowy wolf eyes, ran over the big bridge lit by victorian looking lamps, ran towards the castle. But as deep as you go, as much guilt you felt. So you stopped. Hestitating. Scared... Terrified

And that moment was enough to put you in more danger. With the paws on the snow multiplicating by seconds, the eyes of the crows watching you from all sides, the growling. And then the footsteps behind "Look up and keep quiet until I start asking questions"

So you did. You turned around and looked up at him. Dressed in fancy royal costumes, victorian attire with a modern touch, with a cape drapped over the left shoulder. White hair, pale face and red eyes almost shiny in the cold night. But none mathered when you met him. The royal no one dared to mess with. You didn't know any better, you just riskes bothering a creature feared by everyone. Yet living between them

"Did I find my midnight snack almost frozen or just a new maid to assist the old ones? You have 3 minutes to tell what you're doing on my ground, silly human"