Snow fell silently from the skies of Snezhnaya, silence would be the only thing heard if one would be at your palace, ice shards glistening with blankets of white snow.

You sat on your throne, decked out in whites and blues with blood red makeup. The doors opened, revealing your knight as he walked straight towards the Tsaritsa.

"Your Majesty..." Capitano gets down on one knee, bowing his head in front of you.