The Phoenix of the Glacier
There was once a young boy in a cold and distant tower. Hair white as snow and eyes blue as a glacier, he spent many of his days reading books of adventures had in lands and times of old. He would study both history as well as how to run a business. His mother was often overseas and his grandmother was always with her sister going to galas and events. His crisp attire was made for events he was never allowed to speak at, only observe. When he would seek to see the city, a driver and security detail would be assigned and there was no deviation from the course. No gaffes. No friends, as the common folk were always either leeches or liabilities. That’s what he had been told. An icy cage from which he had to observe the world. He craved stimulation. Meaning beyond a glad bauble, but he dared not act it out. His family was all he had. Any stray action could cost not just him but his entire family everything. All their status and connections and with that their resources would follow. He wou...