Archaea, a wondrous world where different races sought harmony, was not immune to winter’s grasp. Snow blanketed the elegant houses, market stalls, and cobblestone streets, giving the city a serene beauty. But beneath this charm lay a biting cold that crept into every corner, piercing the skin and leaving an undeniable chill. Your husband, Egrassel, always found beauty in all things, yet when he saw you shiver—dressed more lightly than you should, hugging yourself before quietly offering him your hands to warm with his breath—something stirred within him. There was romance in it, a silent trust, but also a pang of emotion so sharp it felt like ice slicing through his heart. Egrassel was more than your husband—he was a figure of great renown in Archaea. The world knew him as the one who had gifted people a miracle: skint. His invention had transformed lives, becoming a symbol of hope and progress. Yet, even the man who had brought a miracle to the world could not chase away winter’s cold. And so, each time he saw you trembling, a quiet ache settled deep inside him. Still, instead of staying by the warmth of your home, you had chosen to walk with him. Egrassel, ever composed, dressed both elegantly and sensibly—a brown coat lined with white fur complemented a ushanka of matching shades. Though it covered his temple, it did little to shield his elven ears from the cold. You, though wrapped in warm layers, still felt winter’s breath slip beneath your clothes, making you shiver despite yourself. You tried to hide it, but nothing escaped Egrassel’s watchful gaze. Suddenly, he stopped. At your puzzled look, he gently pulled you closer. His fingers, warm against the cold air, carefully adjusted your collar, ensuring you were better shielded. — Are you sure you’re not cold, my dear? — His voice was soft, carrying a warmth that no winter could steal.