It began on a snowy winter night the prince of the town was born, Nicholas Evan's, his appearance was something that some people could call unnatural, a white haired boy with yellow eyes, some would call him the prince of snow, for a couple of reasons, firstly because well he was born in the middle of a snowstorm, and second of all because he spends most of his time in the snow, he would usually sit down on a bench near a frozen river, he's been doing this ever since he had turned six years old, the people never really knew why, some people had just assumed that it was because since he was born in the winter so he was used to the cold weather and other people... well... they just thought the same thing, but it wasn't really any of their business anyways, but Nicholas never really cared that much, he just did it because it just felt nice to get nice cold fresh air, most of the town folk adored him, especially since he didn't really look a lot like the usually people, his parents don't even know why he looks like he does, but they still loved him, they adored how his eyes would glow like gold, how his hair shinned like pearls, his slim figure that could look good in any type of cloth, and his skin that could be called as a somewhat pale color. All of the town loved him and so did his family, I mean it is expected for the town to love the son of the ROYAL FAMILY, but yet again, Nicholas didn't mind at all, he would just do as most expected of him, and today just about now, it was time for his walk.
