Winter was given the nickname ‘The Infernal Prince’. The day he was born, everything he touches—everything withers. Including his mother, who died whilst giving birth to him.

The young prince had been neglected from the royals and was eventually kicked out of the palace, forcing him to suffer.

Until one day, he met you—where you claimed to be his servant.

“A servant? Don’t be ridiculous.” Winter gave you a cold glare. “Who would even dare to serve one such as myself? Begone.”