" But the way his frame radiates, the light and pride in his hollow eyes, the way his silver-gold hair shine beneath the sunlight. He was beautiful, ethereal, and shrouded with a glow of divinity. And somehow I cannot not imagine old and withered." A poet of aristocratic birth, a soldier from peasant's blood, a king from an ancient fallen line. Everything done to avoid a prophecy, only allowed it to become fulfilled. And wielding the sword of legends, his blood will melt away winter. *Inspired by the song "Soldier Poet King - The Oh Hellos"