This includes The Pale Prince miniatures. It sits on a (50.8mm) base. It comes in 5 poses. It also includes a spiritual weapon and a bust.

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The Pale Prince

One of the youngest members of the Fey Winter Court, The Pale Prince is a powerful Archfey that was once a member of The Summer Court.

The brooding Prince of Winter used to be bright, flamboyant and radiant centuries ago. Until he fell deeply in love with a mortal from the material plane. He was warned of such things to be frivolous and will only lead to heartache. These words fell on deaf ears as passions ran high.

Eventually, he brought his love to his home in the fey wilds. A beautiful palace of wonder, filled with flowers and the joys of spring and summer. A delight at first and eventually the grandeur became common. She loved The Prince, but her heart longed for her home outside the fey wilds. She tried to explain how she felt, but he could not comprehend the idea of going back to a world full hardship. He would not truly listen, but always tried to comfort her afterwards.

After years, she grew distant and cold. Eventually, all that was left for The Prince was a note on his pillow. She had left for her home, she wanted to see the passing of days and the life she once had. A life of excitement or even peril and to venture into the unknown. She wanted to return to a life of not knowing what could come next, a life of adventure. She would cherish their time together, but this was not the life for her.

Pain. That is all he felt as he read the words. The palace grew dark as his emotions infected his surroundings. The plants withered and cried, the animals all around hid from him and even the palace appeared as if it were closing in around him.

In his rage, he went to search for her. Years had passed between their realms of existence. Eventually, he found her camping with a group of companions. He watched from the shadows before he would make his appearance. Minutes felt like hours as he realized she looked happy without him as she held the hand of another by the fire.

The warmth of summer left him in that moment as he drew his blade and made himself known. She knew this day was coming and she had prepared. Her face looked in horror as The Prince stared at the companion she sat beside. The Prince dashed with tears streaming from his eyes, his blade pointed to the one beside his love. She cast a spell to shift them to a new plane of existence.

Blood trickled from the tip of the blade. He was alone beside the campfire as it grew dim and cold. For years he searched and could not find them. The feelings of betrayal and heartbreak festered. When he returned he found his palace as a desolate ruin. It no longer was his home, it was a dungeon of heartache and misery.

His siblings found him as he mourned the times before heartache. They told him that his love had help from a god or goddess to avoid him. However, which one they did not know or would not tell him. These words only brought more pain and he was done with their games. He left the lands of Summer and Day. He ventured to the home of Night and Winter, a place where he felt truly at home.

The Lands of Neverending Night were cruel and unforgiving. The lands were a reflection of him and the terrible creatures of the cold dark that began to serve him. Slowly the frost encrusted his armour as wandered. Then he made himself a new home, a palace of frost - a frozen throne.

His last moments as The Summer Prince were painful as he could no longer bear his emotions. He tore out his heart and placed it deep within the throne of ice. All that was left in him was sorrow and his heart would be hidden from all. He grew numb to pain, but he still could not give up searching for his love. Soon he would wage a war against those that hid her from him.