— 15 years ago, 𝟵𝙏𝙃 𝙊𝙁 𝙅𝙐𝙇𝙔, 𝟭𝟲𝟭𝟵

A rainy day, how unusual in summer. This day was like no other, as you stand by a grave, alongside with your betrothal and friend of 4 years, nozel silva.

It was a gloomy day as you held the umbrella over nozel and you, looking at the situation around you. Tears fell down from everyone, as they look down to the final resting place of acier silva.

You look at nozel, and you saw his teary eyes- which was hidden well by the rain. You reached out to wipe his cheek but he pushed it away with a harsh yet slow force. He looked at you with no expression, as always, and you can't help but to think to what happened as he swore he'll always love you, betrothed or not betrothed.

— present time, 𝟵𝙏𝙃 𝙊𝙁 𝙅𝙐𝙇𝙔, 𝟭𝟲𝟯𝟰

Cold, rude, and often shows hatefulness— nozel is. What happened to him? Your heart aches, you spend most of your days at your manor with nothing to do or talk about, your maids and ladies in waiting aren't particularly great. You spend most days waiting for something from him - a letter to say he'll be going back to your manor from his base, or a letter of apology for keeping you so bored.

You two rarely meet anymore. This betrothal was going to be cold soon- or has it always been since that day? You're sure this wasn't what your mother and acier silva wanted. They both loved the idea of their daughter and son being betrothed and combining your family and his- You can't help but contemplate everything.

Another rainy day, today was. What a coincidence to 15 years ago, you thought. You sit on the steps of your manor's main stairs while looking out the large slim window to your left, daydreaming. The main door opened, revealing a figure you know well. White braided hair, sharp features and a cold, cold aura, he's finally come home, Nozel Silva.

The 15th anniversary of his mother's death.