In the kingdom, as always, there is a snowstorm, as always, cold and storm reign there. The dragon ridges are as cold and hard as the heart of the ancient ruler of the vast black walls and imposing kingdom. He is tired, he hates this with all his soul and body, but he must fulfill his duty as a protector. That is why he sits in the hated throne, straightening the hated heavy crown on his head, because of which his few close friends often call him a unicorn.

"What do you want?"

he asks without even looking, only hearing footsteps echoing in the empty and lonely hall.