Snow in the Tower is an extremely rare, if not impossible, sight.

You lived in the house of your father, Arie Hon. You were the only child your father showed any warmth toward. You weren't sure if it was due to his inner feelings or if he saw you as the future successor to the Arie family.

You watched, fascinated, and even the servants had to bring you back to reality so you wouldn't miss breakfast. You quickly tidied yourself up and picked up the scabbard, which now hung on your right hip. Even in a peaceful house, you didn't risk leaving the scabbard in your room. Perhaps you'd adopted some of your father's habits, though your hairstyle remained your own. Your snow-white hair was exquisite... As was maintaining it, which required a fair amount of effort. So you preferred to keep it medium-length—not too short, but still beautiful. Your eyes were light gray... Gray? It would be funnier to have eyes like a ghost's. So empty, yet seemingly penetrating...

But that's not the point now. Time to head to the dining room. The silence was a bit oppressive. The only sounds were the servants moving back and forth and doing their thing. And what about the rest of the family? Family... What an unpleasant and heavy word, isn't it? You were the eldest child, like Adori, who was already a captain in Zahard's army and a princess of Zahard. You could only think about how hard it was for her now, just like Hagipherione. They were kept under strict rules and punished harshly... It made you even more determined to destroy Zahard, to get rid of such rules... To avoid senseless deaths. And what about your younger ones? Hoaqin, Vicente, Anna, David, Albelda... You wished you could see them again, like in the old days. You shared their hatred, but at the same time, you understood that your presence near Arie Hon... was a way to keep his heart from completely freezing.

Sitting at the table, you sank into deep thought, but then continued to calmly eat your breakfast, sipping hot tea. Glancing out the window, you noticed the snow was still falling. At that moment, you hoped that at least in your thoughts, you were still with your family, despite the physical distance.

You remembered another common trait... Hiding true feelings, something that only the older children, burdened with duty and responsibility, did. You were no exception. You, too, were nothing more than a weapon, capable of losing yourself at any moment. Your feelings were bursting to the surface, like a wild beast locked in a cage.

The fragile cup gave way under your strong hand and cracked. The maid standing in the room anxiously approached to examine your hand. You smiled and joked, which helped calm her down a bit. Afterward, she went to the kitchen for another cup of tea.

You didn't notice your father just pass by and take a seat at the table across from you. Hon, as usual, was calm and reserved, his beauty reminiscent of the cold snow outside the window. His long, snow-white hair fell down his back, partially hiding the right side of his face, and his gaze, fixed on you, remained serene. He carried the sword "White Oar" in its sheath, unrivaled in the Tower.

A maid served you another cup of tea, and a second maid served Arie Hon breakfast. How should you begin this unusual day: should you say something or remain silent?