King Edmund found Prince Cor swaddled in blankets sitting on a terraces overlooking one of the many Royal gardens.
"Prince Cor. My apologies, I did not expect to find you here. Your brother clamed that you are as impossible as a mountain to move in winter and likely to hibernate till spring. Something to do with your growing up in a desert, I believe." Edmund waved off Cor's attempts to rise and greet him properly. "Do not trouble yourself on my account, I am the intruder here."
"It's not nearly as bad as it was, you know. I am down to two blankets now instead of six." Cor nodded his thanks and readjusted the pile of fabric surrounding him.
"Quite an Improvement, I must say!"
"Thank you sire. But what cause could you have to linger indoors, if you don't mind me asking? I have no doubt your company would have been welcomed." Cor gestured at the small collection of royalty (two Queens, a King and a Prince) touring the gardens below.
"I have suffered enough at Winter's hand. Cold, for me, is to be endured, not enjoyed."
"I'll second that. The enduring part," he hastily added at Edmund's questioning look, "not the suffering part."
"You know, there is a saying where I come from, 'misery shared is misery halved'."
"Take our royal siblings for instance," Edmund absently began gathering snow from the balustrade, "they look entirely too comfortable down there, don't you think?"
"They do look rather warm." A grin threatened to split his face, but Cor managed to contain it.
"And I, for one, would feel much better if I knew for certain that they could appreciate exactly how I felt on this matter."
"It would definitely be reassuring." Cor admitted as he lost the battle and the grin cracked his face in two.
"A little known fact about centaurs: they tend to have fantastic throwing-arms. They are also very thorough teachers." The Just King let fly the collection of white spheres he had gathered at the unsuspecting quartet below, his blast of laughter overpowering their cries of outrage.
Unable to contain himself, Cor joined in the merriment and leaned over the banister to investigate the carnage. He turned to beam at his conspirator, only to discover the mastermind had disappeared into thin air. And he had just given away his position.
What came next can only be described as a slaughter. Eventually, Cor was able to untangle himself from the blankets enough to flee the balcony for the relative safety of the palace.
Making his way toward warm, dry clothes and a (hopefully) roaring fireplace, Prince Cor had to admit it had been a good joke. However that did not stop him from plotting his revenge. Maybe Corin would have some ideas . . .
AN: I actually started writing this at the beginning of winter. Please let me know what you think, good or ill.