The first snow. Cassandras brother was out with his adventuring party, you and your girlfriend being left home alone in the large palace. The fire crackled in the longue as you sharpened some arrows, and Cassandra read.

She glanced over at you, always admiring your dedication to your hunting. You were both equally as strong as one another, but she still thought you were more than her.

"Its always so beautiful when it snows.." She said softly, speaking through the silence. She glanced up from her book. "But oh so cold.. the fire doesn't keep me quite that warm.." She whispered, smiling softly.

You knew what she was suggesting, getting up to go cuddle her on the couch. She hummed and continued reading, leaning into you.