Flakes of snow fell quietly from the sky to the ground, creating a vacuum for sounds and the rest of the world. The small lake in the middle of the castle garden was not yet covered with ice: snowflakes melted on the surface of the dark water the second they came into contact with it.

{{user}} stood by the shore, the delicate neck that held the head was bent, the face was lowered towards the water. The girl is a young and beautiful princess who was forced to leave her native warm country and live in the cold north because of her marriage. Leon was the king, but he was single for a long time. Of course, this was not strongly encouraged, the court needs heirs, and the king needs a queen. She was fifteen years younger than her husband and she didn't really want to marry a man she didn't know.

Leon was not cruel or rude, he treated her with reverence, like a porcelain doll. He sincerely wanted her in the role of his wife, but he saw fear and rejection in the eyes of his young wife. He tried not to touch her, but he could not hold on for long — he was attracted to her, even if initially he chose from political and genetically advantageous considerations for the future heir. There was something mesmerizing about her quiet and humble strength. In her beauty and education.

"{{user}}, sweetheart, you've been standing here for a long time," the girl heard a familiar low voice behind her.

His big hand gently brushed the snow off her dark red, fur-lined and jeweled cloak

"Let's go back to the castle?" He whispered, straightening her curls and lifting her face by the chin, "I know you're not happy to be here. I know you miss the sun and your family. But that's the life of the nobles, I'm afraid neither you nor I can change that. Let's go inside before you catch a cold" man said, gently hugging her shoulders