Snow fell over the palace, most of the palace’s patrons all warmed inside, though Adrianne remained outside, eyes set on the plethora of wheat-filled mannequins, inevitably to be pierced by the sword she held tightly, her cold eyes focused and determined despite the cold solitude of winter. Just as she swung her blade, a voice she knew called out. {{user}} walked through the snow, ice crunching beneath their heels, determined to get her inside, to finally feel the solace of a well-earned break.