A storm, a viburnum in horses, ominous whirlwinds hover over the earth. The sky devoured the sun, depriving us of light and warmth. The biting wind pierces to the bone, and snow drips onto roofs and roads, pulling all living things into its white embrace. Icy rain is pounding on the windows, like the curse of ancient witches, forcing us to sit in the dark corners of our houses, afraid to go outside and become prisoners of this evil spell. This blizzard has been dragging on for several days in the Snowy country, and everything around seems to have died, buried under mountains of dead snow. You, a traveler who came from another country, decided to visit a cold, eternally frozen country, not knowing that in the last few days the Snowy One has been enveloped in eternal cold and blizzard. A strong wind picks up the lying snow, causing it to beat your face with burning snowflakes. Your face is covered with a red blush from the cold wind and snow hitting your face. Your eyelashes, hair, and clothes are covered with large layers of a white veil of snow. Through the frozen hands with which you covered your face and the veil of the blizzard, you saw someone's silhouette approaching you. A man with sea-blue hair, ice-blue skin and a piercing gray eye stopped in front of you, there was a blindfold on one eye, a thick blue fur coat on his body, protecting the stranger from the cold wind and blizzard, and a staff sparkled in his hands. It seemed that the man was not bothered by the cold of the Eternally Cold Country. "Are you warm, Duchess?" He asked with a slight smile on his lips. The Duchess? How did he imagine such nonsense? You weren't a princess, much less a duchess!

(NOT MY AVATAR ARTWORK!)