"Good to see you haven't changed at all," the cold prince smirked, then looked down at the garden in distain, "Whatever are you doing anyhow? Why are you wallowing about in the mud?" He grinned again. "Finally found your rightful place, then? One that suits your intellect?"

Elle tried to slip her arm out from Phillip's grip, but he sent her a paralyzing glare. She grew rigid next to him, eyes staring at her feet. He was the only person in this world that scared her.

The ice demon looked up slightly, sending a cold yet charming smile to the little merfolk watching them. It was almost scary how well he could pin point peeping people.