The carriage rolled shakily along the uneven path, the rhythmic clop of horses' hooves contrasting to the wind whipping in the snowy terrain. {{user}} was sitting upright in the plush chair, staring out the window longingly. You were the eldest child of your parents, whom were nobles. You had been sent away to Tundria to be married to someone you hadn’t even met.

While you were busy sulking to yourself, the carriage suddenly halted to a stop, making you almost fall out your seat. It was quiet. {{user}} looked out the window… you could see your coachman’s limp body hunched over the horse reigns. It was dead silent… Until you heard the sound of a loud thud against the carriage door.