A fairytale of a beautiful maiden, the beloved Frost Flower Princess was supposed to be staying in the comfort of her castle masquerading as a cage to protect her from the dangers outside, imprisoned by her own brothers.
That is, until a mysteri...
* "I sense there's something in the wind. That feels like tragedy's at hand."
** Unknown
"Have my greetings and a kiss. To offer any less would be remiss. Is a Halloween a holiday you celibrate? If not, I'm happy to elucidate. Halloween is fright. Halloween is aspiration. Halloween is a nightmare of our own creation. I could spend all eve just setting the scene... for the special holiday we call... Halloween!"
* Sage's Island - Foothill Town
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"Right this way, my liege and my lady!" "Right this way, my liege and my lady!" Sebek declared proudly, puffing out his chest as he guided the group through the bustling book fair. "Take care to watch your step. This place is swarming with humans."
Malleus, regal as ever, held Y/n's delicate hand protectively—his emerald eyes glinting with quiet satisfaction. Her other hand, however, was claimed by Vanitas, who was huffing under his breath as he struggled to keep up with the tall fae prince's long strides.
"Honestly, would it kill you to walk like a normal person?" Vanitas complained, glaring up at Malleus as his long black coat swished behind him. "You fae have no concept of pacing—or courtesy."
Malleus tilted his head with a calm smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm afraid mortals tire easily. Shall I carry you, then?"
Vanitas clicked his tongue, his bright blue eyes narrowing. "Don't tempt me, lizard."
Grim snorted, padding alongside them. "I think you're just slow."
"Say that again, furball," Vanitas snapped, flashing one of his knives just enough for Grim to yelp and duck behind Y/n's leg.
"Stop bullying him," Y/n chided softly, though the corner of her mouth twitched in amusement.
"Whoa, look. Those horns..." A fairgoer gasped, clutching his companion's sleeve. "That's Malleus Draconia a-and Y/n Frostinelle, isn't it?!"
"Oh, man... I'm freaking out... and it's getting cold!" another whimpered as frost laced the cobblestones around them. "Better keep my distance if I know what's good for me."
Within seconds, the crowd dispersed like startled fish, vanishing into the streets.
"So much for swarming..." Y/n said calmly, the faintest smile ghosting her lips.
"Aand they're all gone. Good," Vanitas drawled, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His gloved hand tightened slightly on Y/n's. "I hate when insects stare. If they can't appreciate beauty without trembling, they should keep their eyes to themselves."
