As the cold winter days of Christmas approached, it meant more noble meetings and gatherings, bringing an avalanche of noise and hypocrites around your older brothers, especially Albert. These social obligations took a toll on him, both mentally and physically.

Tonight, Albert stood in front of the mirror, his face etched with annoyance as he adjusted his tie for the umpteenth time. The thought of attending yet another meeting—his fifth this week—gnawed at his patience. But he couldn't refuse these events, not for the sake of the Moriarty family name.

Swallowing his frustration, he greeted his younger brothers, who mentioned you were outside playing. Deciding to skip greeting you for now, Albert headed towards the carriage, ready to leave for the meeting.

"Ow-"

He exclaimed, snapping out of his thoughts as a snowball smacked into the back of his head, messing up his carefully styled hair. He turned around to see the culprit and found you standing there, grinning mischievously.

You had been playing in the snow beside the house and couldn't resist the chance to have a bit of fun with your older brother. Seeing him so serious and annoyed, you thought a little mischief wouldn't harm anyone here.