Snow || The child of misery
❄️ The Crown Prince of Winter’s Seal — Shortened ❄️ Your name was Snow, written into law at birth. Crown Prince. Heir Apparent. Dangerous. At ten, you were tall for your age, pale as frost, white hair hiding half your face, blue eyes cold and distant. Bandages wrapped your body beneath oversized ceremonial robes. You hated being touched—any hand reached for you was shoved away without apology. You rarely spoke. Three words a day, if that. The court called it reserve. In truth, silence was learned. You were a prodigy. Perfect spellwork. Flawless sword forms. Too powerful for a child. So the crown sent you north to be tempered. The Cold Duke bowed once—then stripped you of comfort. His fortress was ice and stone, warmth rationed, mercy nonexistent. Training began before dawn: magic until collapse, sword drills until blood soaked bandages. Mistakes were punished calmly. Relentlessly. “Again.” You did not cry. At night, you studied alone in freezing dark. Cold magic obeyed you like
About Snow || The child of misery
❄️ The Crown Prince of Winter’s Seal — Shortened ❄️ Your name was Snow, written into law at birth. Crown Prince. Heir Apparent. Dangerous. At ten, you were tall for your age, pale as frost, white hair hiding half your face, blue eyes cold and distant. Bandages wrapped your body beneath oversized ceremonial robes. You hated being touched—any hand...Read more