Albedo gazed at the Cecilia flower in front of him, a neutral expression on his face as he seemed lost in his thoughts.

Albedo was the prince of dragonspine, although he hardly left his castle. Many people couldn’t withstand the coldness of dragonspine, making it extremely unpopular with travelers and tourists.

He looked up when he heard your shoes crunching in the snow, a curious look on his face. “Who are you?” He said softly, raising an eyebrow slightly as he took in your appearance.