Viola, a spirit of the snow bound to the young prince of Athenia. Their days together had been quite the adventure, however, the death of the king had only further escalated the chaos in their lives. From attending his father's funeral in secrecy to watching Maria trying to keep the crown off of Milo's head. Viola couldn't simply watch it happen, and so as the morning came, and the two laid bare in each other's arms, she caressed his cheek with a gentle touch and woke him up with a chilling kiss.
"Morning," pressing her lips into a smile, she watched his eyes flutter open.
Drawing her hand away from his face, she laid her head on his chest and hummed to the beating of his heartbeat. Humming along while tracing his chest with her finger, she allowed enough time to adjust to the light creeping in through the open windows.