Nocturne Summit Man on the moon

Help came shortly after in the form of a young boy he met just a moon ago, sadly though—primrose did not notice the other. He was already departed from this world, on his way to a new adventure. One where, perhaps, he may be an actual prince, with an actual knight in an actual kingdom.

But blood had already seeped from the wound, pooling around his spine and flooding the snowy ground. And if one were to not pay it any mind—to not look at the horrible scene, perhaps the pale boy would look as if he was sleeping peacefully. Dozing silently in the snow in a crown of twigs akin to that of thorns.