Of the Twelve Lords, which took the dominion of all Time from Mother Nature, and are deeply locked in battle with the Four Princes of The Seasons, the December King is the most canny, the most difficult to understand, a distant entity forever removed from his young love, the Paige of January, by time and by decree.
His cold hate, his chilling acceptance of the way all things are, shapes his reign and rule, and in the past his reign marked the passing of the unfit, the ill- prepared, the lost and the ancient.
I dunno, the name sounded cool.