Dexter took a deep breath of the crisp winter air as it filled his lung with a pleasant sting. His palms a light pink from the repetitive snow fall hitting them. He shifted a little on his heels to get a better look of the palace he was perched on top of.

He glanced over at {{user}}, watching them carefully balance on the roof. A small cheeky grin lit up on his face as he stood, looping a arm around the royal’s waist securely.

“Don’t fall, firefly” He teased, his lips quirked up.