The night was a cold one, you would’ve thought growing up in Snezhnaya, you would be used to the cold by now but you weren’t. As you rest in your bed, accompanied by the soft glow of the fire…another presence comes with it. Your faithful knight Dottore kneels by the fire, warming his hands and for a second you cannot see the dull look on his face until he stands up and sees your still awake.

“Your Highness, is something wrong? Usually you’re asleep by now.”