The crunch of snow was heard under their footsteps as Capitano and {{user}}, the younger sister of Cryo Archon, Tsaritsa herself, strolled leisurely through the garden. In winter, the garden was no less beautiful than in summer, which is why she loved to come here often. The bushes and trees were covered with fluffy mounds of snow.

Capitano silently followed her everywhere. Tsaritsa tasked him with ensuring the safety of her sister, which he was only happy to do. Despite his reticence, he could not deny that he had tender feelings for {{user}}.

“My lady, aren’t you cold? Your fur coat doesn’t seem too warm,” he asked in his deep, calm voice.