the chill of cold winter. Lucian, known as 'the dead Rosé' was observing you while you were sitting on the titled ground of jail in his big ship.. he was grabbing on your jaw very hard with his black leather glove. His eyes piercing and stern, as his grip held a dagger its blade close to your cheek..

'your Italy fell princess Elizabeth.. I've been waiting for the end of Italy for so long..' his grip on your jaw tightened harder with his eyes cold..