Like the first time

In the past months the mottled woman would have stood out like a sore thumb against the ice-laden tundra?s of Glaciem, her brilliant deep russets and paler peaches contrasting so heavily with the pallid landscapes they had grown to know and appreciate as their home, their kingdom. Though as The Pale King watched the delicate woman saunter, seeming to be somewhat aimless in her endeavours, she would blend rather splendidly with the emerald world that had recently unfolded; rather now, it was her King that would be so easily distinguishable against their temples.

The albino angel would waltz with that ever-famous ease he had so grown to rely on, such a beauty coming both naturally and forced; for his mind was well aware of his audience, and it were only to be expected that a King should always look the part, walk the part. Pallid tresses would bounce about coral heels upon his advance, ruby gaze so fixated upon his little brood, his ?Narsha?. He had had minimal encounters with the appealing woman, though that wasn?t to say he hadn?t been watching her. ?Fine morning within fine walls, is it not pretty dove?? as per usual the graceful king would find little reason to keep his distance, instead approaching with controlled haste until he stood less than a meter from the charcoal tip of her flared nostrils.