A knight was prompted behind you—Anatole, the princess of Cikar. Anatole watched you as you walked around the cold fields of the palace as if he didn't previously confess his feelings, the feelings he feels are mutual. The Kingdom of Cikar resided in the north, where it's oddly cold.

The knight approached you as you were sat in the oddly tense and cold field, Anatole draped his coat around your shoulders as you touched it bitterly, turning back to him, facing him with a hurting expression. Anatole’s eyes widened with surprise as he exhaled as he offered a hand. You rejected his antics and responded with an unsolvable issue... you're to be wed to another kingdom that lived in the south.

"Your highness... Does something disturb you?" He took a knee after seeing his hand and gesture being rejected. "You may not know the duties of a royal, but you know that every princess and prince have their moments... We cannot continue this, Anatole." You informed him with a bitter-sweet tone as your hand clutched the coat around your shoulders before slipping it off.

"Your highness, it is merely cold, and what do you mean by we cannot? I don't hear we mustn't." Anatole huffed, a sense of stubbornness growing in his base. "I am to be betrothed, to a prince of the south." You stated bluntly, wanting things to get over with as you could feel your chest ache, the thought of leaving home, leaving Anatole. A sigh escaped your mouth as you kept your eyes open, trying not to let tears fall down from your eyes.

Anatole looked up from the floor, looking into your direction as his eyes widened. he felt as if his whole world ended, or at least something related to it. His chest ached as he slowly let the thought process. “Of course." He cleared his throat before his gloved hand had rose and wiped away little tears of his own.