Snow’s POV 

The first human I see in 9 years is a complete and utter idiot. Like really, did it have to be him? 

“How did you get here, who even are you!?”, I say for the 18th time in the last 10 minutes. This guy just keeps repeating himself and he hasn’t seemed to figure out that it's not working. The only thing I know is that his name is Flower, or no, that doesn’t sound right. 

“The merchants didn’t say you were slow! I can’t believe I traveled this far for a simpleton!”

Wait, did this dimwit just call me stupid!? Are you serious? “Okay, you know what? You are going to sit on that stair, and answer every question I have!” 

He seemed to deflate at the commanding tone I used. He looked at his toes and did as I said. 

I started to pace back and forth in front of him, “Who are you?”

He seemed to perk right back up at the question, “I am Prince Florian of the Black Forest! I am here to-”

“Ack! I asked who you are, not what you are doing here.” I stopped him before he started rambling.I stood there for a minute, processing what he just said. 

His name is Florian and he’s a prince. A prince.