When Rome Falls

Winter didn't like the snow. It was too cold and too unpredictable for him to even remotely tolerate it. Of course he's heard the endless teasing from his brother and seen the not-so-quiet amusement that sparkled in Aria's eyes every time he frowned (not pout, okay!) at those crystallized flakes. It's not like it was his fault that he didn't like the cold, alright? He's told them as much.

So when he meets Roman, a boy who's seems colder than snow and looks as to be carved from ice, Winter straight up doesn't like him. At all. Adding to the fact that he's soon to be crowned king and that Winter just hates aristocrats.

Especially when he and Aria are chosen to participate in the annual, year-round choosing of brides and husbands to be for the royal family. Winter just wants someone to stab him in the eyes so he can wander into the woods and become a hermit.

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(Any relation to real life characters is completely unintentional and the author did not mean it in any harmful way)

// PS: This is a relatively light-hearted story because while I do love angst, fluff makes me happy. So don't mind the kind of deary cover, I made it in hast.