Cold. Freezing. Arctic. Frozen. Chilling

Those were the words that could be used to describe Ash's room. The dark sky loomed over the horizon as the servant's eyes opened, revealing icy blue eyes that marked his curse. Ash sat up in his frost covered bed, the ceilings layered with sheets of ice, the floor slippery with crystalline coldness. The lad slowly got up as he yawned, releasing a cloud of frost from his mouth much to his chagrin. Ash stood up, his bandages tangled and crumpled from the nightmare he had. The lad waved his hand in the air as all the frost and ice lifted from the ground and surged to his palm, leaving the place dry and clean. In a flash, Ash covered his right palm with his left palm, and upon opening it, an ice figurine of an angel appeared.

Ash smirked at the irony. He had created an angel when he was actually cursed by a demon. A fact that he never wished to be discovered. Only just recently, Ash had been promoted to become the personal servant of the princess of Gabriel... a snotty brat she was who dropped all the suitors as if they're scalding. However, Ash liked that quality of hers. She knew what she wanted... She knew that she had a choice.

Ash smiled at these thoughts as he placed the ice figurine on his desk... not that it was going to melt anytime soon... with all that ice compressed into a tiny object.. it would take days or even weeks for it to melt partially. 

Ash took off his bandages slowly, one by one. The lad's eyes met the mirror's... The scars were plainly visible all over his body... torso, arms, limbs... lower face. Ash shuddered at the sudden onslaught of memories as he shook all of these off and went to the bathroom to clean himself. He was careful not to let his powers slip while in the tub of water... he didn't want himself to be trapped in a block of ice. Not again. 

Ash rose from the water as he wiped himself dry. Slowly, he applied a new set of white gauze, covering his scars again. As he was finished mummifying himself, Ash put on a black servant suit... It was almost time to serve his majesty. By this time, Ash was ready. Mummified, suited, and hair kept a bit rowdy. Just the way he liked it.

Ash opened the door to his quarters, carefully looking both ways to make sure that none would know his secret. As soon as the coast was clear, Ash jogged towards the kitchen, preparing princess Aninesse's breakfast. That royal must be famished by now. As soon as he got the meal, Ash added some tea and cake... and as always, he sprinted up the stairs towards the quarters of the princess. As he reached the door, Ash was confused whether to knock or not... he'd probably disturb her sleep.

Well, it was better for the princess to be disturbed than to have an empty stomach, Ash decided. His wrapped hand knocked softly on the door as his gentle voice called out.

"Milady. Pardon me for interrupting your rest, but I would just like to bring in your breakfast." Ash smiled as his hand was preparing to push the door once Aninesse would give her approval.