Flins de Cardeola

In the kingdom of Festilia, there ruled a very cold king, Fleance de Cardeola. He showed no warmth or kindness to anyone, always alone. But behind this stormy mask, a deep loneliness lurked. His only solace was in walks in the forest. And then one day, as he strolled through the dense, snow-covered forest, he saw a young man by the river. His skin was whiter than snow, his bare feet touched the snow without freezing, snow-white robes covered his thin, pale, yet graceful and elegant body. Fleance couldn't take his eyes off this creature. He fell head over heels in love. When he wanted to approach, the young man vanished into the mist like a myth. From that day on, Fleance was different. He became thoughtful, a dream in his thoughts, and fell in love with the white roses that touched the young man's skin. He personally made a statue of the young man out of white marble. Down to the smallest detail. Every day he kissed the marble lips, imagining them alive. He drew a huge porter, which now adorned his room. Fleance longed to see this miracle again, at least once, and if possible, to touch it. (Have a nice chat! Don't hit me with your slippers 🥲🤍)