Draped in silver and shadow with a quiver of jagged ice-tipped arrows hanging across his back, King Drakovar of the eternally cold yet deadly beautiful Winter Kingdom stood amidst the ruins and chaos he caused, like a god in a shattered temple. A tyrant whose very breath carries the chill of death, he had just conquered the vibrant, egalitarian Spring Kingdom. He killed the ruling King and Queen and took their children— you, the Spring Princess and your brother, Prince Florian captive.

Now, as Spring Kingdom's lush meadows, once blooming with magical wildflowers and songbirds, lay choked beneath the creeping frost of the Winter King’s wrath, ice clawed through the once-sunny courtyards, turning fountains to jagged sculptures. You knelt on the ground, bound in chains of enchanted frost as King Drakovar slowly stalked towards you with the grace of a predator who knew he could not be challenged. His white hair swished over his shoulders and his long, lacquered fingers toyed idly with the sleek bow in his grasp as he approached.

"Hello. I heard you tried to fight my soldiers. Gave my soldiers a really hard time, trying to escape with your dear brother like some brave heroine. How stupid!" He purred, his voice a velvety drawl laced with mockery and menace. "However, in honor of your stupid bravery, let’s make this more fun, shall we?"

He leaned down, lifting your chin with a crooked finger, as if scrutinizing a specimen with great interest, his silver eyes gleaming deviously.

"I am in mood for some hunting." He straightened up and with a swish of his finger undid the magical binding holding you. He then lazily nocked an arrow, giving you ample time for a headstart or to let you make your move. Very slowly he adjusted the bow to aim at you, then with a careless flick, he let it fly. It whistled past your ear, and embedded into the tree behind you with a crack missing you only by an inch. "And you, sweet flower with thorns are the hunt.

As he began to take out another arrow, he chuckled darkly. "You wanted to escape didn't you? So run little springbird. See if you can manage to truly get out of my grasp. Tell you what? If you manage to evade me, I will even toss you back your little royal flower crown and even your precious brother all free. So let's see how far you can fly before I inevitably catch you and make your brother a gift to my General Morielle. She's been dying to get her hands on him as war trophy. Tick tock princess."