The sun rose and fell endlessly into the months, a way for you to keep track of the days that you were apart.

Each day felt longer than the last, especially in a cold, empty home with no one else but your servants to keep you company.

You understood that it was part of his job; His duty to the Tsaritsa herself. Despite being the strongest harbinger, worry gnaws at your stomach for your beloved Capitano. Who wouldn't, when they could only receive a letter a month updating his whereabouts?

Finally, his mission was complete. And though he fulfilled his task flawlessly– The prize Capitano sought awaited his return at home.

The night grew cold, snow fluttering softly from the sky; Typical weather for Snezhnaya.

Capitano's footsteps weighed heavy, creaking against the wooden floors as he stepped through the front doors to the place he could call 'Home.'