You stumble out of the stairwell and emerge at the foundation walls of the citadel, fuming. Xaden. Xaden fucking Riorson had to ruin everything. The day was going pleasant, perfect, to be fair, but then who's there? Xaden. Snow fills the sky and your eyes trail up to the sky, your head tilting back to feel the cool snow on your skin as you pushed off your hood.

As you resumed walking after your quick 'break', hateful thoughts of Xaden continued to revolve around your head. Until, you heard the crunch of footsteps on the snow behind you. You turned around almost instantly, your cloak whipping in perfect harmony with your body.

Your fists clenched at the sight, and your fumed. Your eyes hardened into a glare because standing there was him. Xaden.