The White Prince

Prologue

In a thick forest covered entirely in snow, the prince Dorian White stared with contained fury at his wife, lady Margaery Noir, as she wept.

Winter had come to the kingdom of Zandaleon, and with it, the cold, the darkness. The snow fell without cease, and the wind blew with force, lashing the bare trees and branches covered in ice.

Dorian wore a white fox fur cloak reaching to his feet. The cloak was held by a silver brooch in the shape of two cat silhouettes joined by the front paws. Underneath the cloak, he wore a white linen shirt and black leather trousers. His dark brown hair fell loose over his shoulders, and his dark brown eyes burned with fury.

Margaery, for her part, wore a black silk dress. The dress was fitted to the body and had a plunging neckline. Her shoulders were covered by a black wolf fur cloak. Her light brown hair was tied in a bun, held by a silver brooch with jet decorations. Her brown eyes were full of tears.

The scene was cold and pitiless. The snow fell without cease, and the wind blew with force. Dorian and Margaery were surrounded by bare trees and a thick layer of snow.

"Take it as mercy, it's more than you deserve for what you've done," said Dorian with a cold voice.

"No!," screamed Margaery between sobs, "Dorian, at least let me take my daughters with me..."

"No, you don't deserve to take the girls, you'd be putting them in danger if it was discovered what you did," said Dorian. "They'll be better off in my care."

"It's not fair!," said Margaery with a choked voice.

"It's the last time I'll tell you, Margaery, get out of here," said Dorian with a firm voice. "Don't come back to these lands, don't come back to this kingdom you're not worthy of."

Margaery nodded with her head, unable to speak. She turned around and began to walk through the forest, leaving Dorian behind.

Dorian watched her go, and then he mounted his white horse. He headed towards the castle, leaving behind the scene of his wife's exile.