For Kyle, the everyday sight of snow outside was nothing particularly surprising. The cold seeping through the stained-glass windows of the castle prickled his forehead, as he observed the frozen world. Despite the dark tint and the unrealistic colour of the glass, the boy could still see servants cutting firewood, carrying crates of supplies or simply talking to each other.
He envied their freedom. He had to sit alone in the library and read thick book volumes on the history of the Drow Elves. Even though Kyle considered himself to be a person who liked studying, the monotony of it was starting to bore him to death. In moments like those, he preferred to get up and watch the world outside for a while, despite its condition which had remained unchanged for over a decade.Somewhere in the background of the scene unfolding in front of him, the castle's youth was training. Kyle moved to a plain window so that he could see the silhouettes of people practising in a mock fight more clearly. In the crowd of silver armour, one knight, wrapped in a blue cape, stood out. The boy smiled to himself when he saw Stan accidentally hit the bark of a tree with his sword. Due to the impact, he knocked off the white fluff from the branches. The knights around him laughed. Kyle felt a knot in his stomach and turned away from the window. He would also like to learn how to fight along with his peers. But no, instead, his fighting lessons took place in solitude and full concentration with a private teacher.
After all, a Drow Elf prince must be raised to be an ideal ruler.
He returned to his textbook, feeling a slight pain in his temples at the mere sight of the desk. Fortunately, his professor left the library for a moment to fetch materials from his chamber. It gave Kyle some much-needed moment to relax. Before the break, they were discussing politics from the last decade, which to Sir Mackey, an at least 2000-year-old elf, seemed to have passed very swiftly. While well, to Kyle, an elf who has yet to stop growing, these ten years were not only traumatic due to war but also because of growing up. "You need to separate your own experiences from the situation, m'kay?" – if only it was that easy!
Kyle started to look through his notes, in search of something even remotely entertaining. Sadly, he was only met with dates of important battles with the Army of Darkness, numbers of people lost and numerous, extensive, possible explanations for the curse laid on Leshnyarva. The annoying curse that basically made his people prisoners in their own land.
"Kyle!" a young voice called to him through the doorstep. Kyle turned his head in the direction of the boy trying to get his attention. While most people had to address him as His Highness, Ike was above that rule, being a prince himself.
"What, I'm studying" he was not studying for the last ten minutes, but who knows when Sir Mackey would come back with new scriptures and maps. Kyle took a quick glimpse at his brother, who was awkwardly swinging on his heels. His blue vest was a bit stained with dirt, which gave Kyle an idea of what Ike was doing before he decided to bother him.
His face, though, was a bit... worried? Or maybe more sad? And that was something new. Ike was usually either apathetic or childishly happy. Kyle immediately got the gut feeling that something was out of order.
"What happened?" he asked, standing up again. He was a prince, and therefore he had to solve the problems of his dear subjects... and above all, he was just troubled by his brother's expression. Maybe they could solve whatever that issue was without even leaving the study (Kyle knew his luck. He knew exactly that he would have to skip the rest of his class, which was annoying but doable).
"I was playing outside, near the greenhouses, when... well" he stopped talking and turned his gaze away from his older brother. Kyle quickly came closer to Ike, now much more worried after hearing the word "greenhouse". Those rooms were special; the last resort to nature in their country. When it came to the castle's greenery they were separated into three different categories: the ones related to herbs, fruits or vegetables, the ones with regular flowers, open to all visitors of the palace, and the private ones of royal family members "I think someone broke a window in yours and the snow got in."
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be a bit of warmth for you [South park stick of truth au style]
Fanfiction[cross-posted from ao3] A kingdom covered in snow, with a curse laid upon it, after a war. A drow elf prince who tries to escape marriage and save his home. A prophecy to be fufilled. South park fantasy au, lightly taking inspiration from stick of t...