Snow was falling quite heavily this year, almost everyday you could look at the white scenery outside the small window in your room. Beside that, under your and your parents' small apartment there is their bookshop with down-to-up windows, allowing you to adore the beautiful sight of the snow outside. Both of them are the book lovers and no one, even you, isn't surprised that you are also obsessed with reading. Also, you received a gift in the form of talent for putting together poems, verses, songs and stories. Maybe, somewhere in the future, you'd be confident enough to publish your own book. But that is just a small dream of yours...

It was the middle of December, your parents had to leave the town to buy another stock of books, because the delivery man got heavily sick. So, you stayed in and took the role of the seller for the time they were out. You sat behind the wooden counter, just like your mom usually did while taking the money from the customers. You head was filled with many words and rhymes as you worked on a small poem you were writing, just to kill the time. The only light in the room was the warm chandelier and the small candle next to your hand. After a few, long moments, you desided that it's getting late because of the citizens slowly disappearing and the lights in most of the houses that were visible in their windows slowly disappearing, so you got up and changed the sign from "open" to "closed".

Once you were about to defeat all the lights, you heard a knock on the window. You turned around and then... You saw the prince of your country and the heir of throne, Casimir Fillinguester, standing there, supporting his right hand on the scepter.