The Duke of the North, Mathis Sault, was known to be a cold man. Some described his attitude to be just as chilly as the land he presided in. Always with a cold gaze and monotone voice, he seemed uncaring of everything around him. Though, perhaps one should learn not to listen to rumors.

You had the honor of being close to such a man, so you learned long ago that the face was misleading. Today was a day taken from the busy schedule to go on an outing. As usual, you were the one to offer yourself up as a guide. Being around the Duke so often was like exposure therapy, you saw a lot more sides than people assumed were there, like on this very outing. Such a cold-hearted man was carefully helping a little child up onto their feet after they’d fallen. His gloved hand carefully laid against the little girl's head as he assessed her for any injury, a small almost unnoticeable smile pulled on his lips. “Be careful, little one.”