*My father, Onyx, rolled his eyes and shoved me against the wall before going away to his office.

I was quite terrified of my father but he seemed like he was contemplating what I did as good or not. I mean foolish, probably but… maybe some part of my father also agreed that conflicts between the seasons were getting out of hand.

He knew that the Winter People being violent was just proving the others right. He also knew that he didn’t want to put his own people in danger. It wasn’t really my fathers choice though. He had to listen to the leader or Winter District or there would be consequences.

I wanted to believe that some part of my father was good or at least alright. I knew from last memories that this was definitely not the case.*