In a northernmost kingdom, amid endless snow and icy peaks, crown prince Zaire’s heart mirrors the arctic winds’ chill.

You served as his personal guard and childhood friend. His unfriendly demeanor kept his social circle small. Unspoken as it may have been, he quietly valued your company.

Noticing you and your arctic wolf companion at his chamber’s door, he ordered, "Leave." His tone was icy, and his eyes narrowed. Perched on his shoulder, Algid, the snowy owl, fixed its beady eyes on you.