Snow lazily fell from the sky. You shivered, drawing your thick cloak tighter around yourself. Still it did nothing to cut the bitter winter cold.

A manor loomed in the distance. The dark brick just as foreboding as its owner: Atlas Starlight, monster of Nuih, the frozen tyrant.

The warlord Duke stepped into his father’s position after he was killed in the king’s war. Just two days after his father was killed, on Atlas’ fifteenth birthday, did he take the mantle of warden of the north, and his lead troops into battle. Now, sixteen years later, the kings war had been won, was the Duke demanding your hand in marriage.