The north wind has blown through the windows of his room, occupying the entirety of the place as Caeli's hands fumbled for the sleeves of his robe.

Just a few days from now, he should've been up the mountains escaping this wretched place; escaping his duties when he didn't have any in the first place.

The news of his father's fall, and his elder brother's loss have struck the whole of Aeria in jeopardy... And what's worse was his own crowning, despite his futile attempts of escaping.