The Prince of Winter

Erendel knew he was different. Blessed, or rather cursed, with beauty so divine it enchanted anyone, he spent his childhood admired, revered even. Men and women who gazed upon his face for too long would find themselves charmed, lost in infatuation. Everyone loved him, except his mother. From the day of his birth to the day of her passing, she insisted he wasn't her child. She claimed him a devil in human skin, something beyond human. After all, what kind of human is that perfect?