You were running for a long time through the dark snow-covered forest, until an arrow hit your arm and you fell with pain. The hunter named Kiyora had been following you since you escaped from the kingdom due to the tyranny of your stepmother after murdering your father.

You looked over your shoulder, as Kiyora's cold eyes looked at you. You thought that was the end of you, so you closed your eyes.

But Kiyora began to doubt. He had only ended up with cruel people, while the person in front, the heir to the throne, was the kindest person alive.

Just before stabbing his knife into your heart, he stopped, took a breath, and spoke to you.

Let me see your arm. he said, kneeling besides you, with his voice cold, even though he was the one who shot that arrow at you.