The Light Prince

Nichkhun ran a slightly tanned hand through his wet, messed up beige hair. He dusted the light snow from his now casual clothes. While his pants were just plain ripped jeans, anyone could tell it was expensive, and made from the most experienced of tailors. Nichkhun had known that the Ice Kingdom would be cold, so he had put on some layers for the first time in his life. Such as: A plain white t-shirt, with a white tank top underneath, hidden. And a gray checkered jacket with blue, plaid clothes sticking out. For fashion. But even with those, and devilishly stylish, creamy fingerless gloves lined with gold thread, he never expected the snow to be... Well, so cold. But it was okay, Nichkhun reminded himself. He was from a place where there were only the warmest seasons: summer and spring. But he couldn't deny that the cold was not at all as harsh or biting as what Taecyeon wrote out for him. Thinking about his decisions, he frowned. 'So what was so special about this male ice prince that makes Taec think that I won't win this game?' Nichkhun wondered. For Taecyeon to initiate a game of sweet laced, bitter words poking at a set victim's feelings, it must have been special. A while back, around when  Nichkhun was 19, and Taecyeon 20, the two strikingly handsome men agreed upon stopping to play with females' hearts. It often ended up messy, and the heart-broken women had often gone mad of self-pity and outrage. His mouth set into a grim line, Nichkhun peered through a thin wall of black branches into the gray sky. He could've sworn he saw something moving. Squinting his warm, brown eyes, Nichkhun scrunched up his face in a thinking pose, eyes fixed on a slightly paler portion of the snowing sky. There! Nichkhun grinned, his mouth opening to let steam playfully curl out of his mouth. Nichkhun nodded, and trudged with more purpose in his steps.

The wisps of teasing smoke were a sign of a village. And that meant the castle. The light prince shuddered in anticipation. It wasn't the first time Nichkhun interacted intimatly with men- it was just that Taecyeon hadn't shown him a picture if their target. Since Taecyeon had told him it was a prince, it would've been easy to just look the ice prince up in a book- but what was point in that? Nichkhun kept walking at a fast pace, snapping black twigs and crunching the snow as he stomped by. The flittering pale smoke was getting bigger, the dirt path getting wider, and the sharp branches receding. With a couple more hasty steps, the prince made it out and burst into a grin upon seeing a few snowy houses. Nichkhun sighed and stretched his arms high up toward the gray sky. The soft rain of snowflakes had stopped, but the white ground, trees, and houses were forever experiencing snow. Nichkhun shivered. 'Amazing. The citizens might be as cold as their environment.' Chuckling at the thought that didn't completely seem impossible, Nichkhun surveyed his unfamiliar surrounding. He was ontop of an untouched sparkling hill- still in all its pure glory of having no footprints stamped into the snow. He assumed it was because nobody came up the hill to get out of the country. It probably wasn't allowed. Shrugging, Nichkhun calculated the distance between his location and the destination. It wasn't that far. In fact, he could see the tops of worn out midnight roof shingles with spiky ice-icles hanging down elegantly. The shivering prince took off into a run, his brown satchel boucing against his wet shirt. Every time his damp, black army boots effortlessly slipped in and out of the thick snow, the tired travelor would remind himself of the excitement of rebelling against his kingdom, and fueled his broken energy. Nichkhun analyzed the cluster of shimmering, warm-looking gray houses. He needed to pick a house that seeemed to be housing kind people- people wh