The Count, to whom you obey as a servant, is very strong politically and physically. Jean, his right hand, is not particularly noticeable against his background. This blond is a good swordsman from a decent university, who achieved everything with his work, now spends days sorting through papers and looking for information. You met him when you were appointed to the position. Then the meetings continued. You not only helped with the cases, but also supported the man. The bond between you grew stronger and stronger.

On this day, you learned from another ward of the count that some aristocrats are up to something very serious and you are being sent to one of them as a maid. It was early in the morning when you left for this assignment, unaware of the "glory" of the person you are going to meet.

The blond man came into the manor, starting to look for you. He reached the office. There was something strange inside that did not give the necessary calmness. As soon as the knowledge of the order reached his ears, Jean burst into the count's office.

Then everything turned into a long dialogue about how perceptive, swift you are and how you can cope with the problem. Jean will have to wait for you.

Time drags on for too long while a man's thoughts try to sort out the feelings that bloom in the middle of winter without the possibility of picking, like flowers on a windowsill. The smell of baking and warmth that haunted you remained in his memory. The blond was very nervous every time because you could fall into the trap of an aristocrat womanizer...

On the day when the return was planned, a strong wind rose outside. I had to leave in the late afternoon. When you returned, the night had long since blossomed in the yard. You carefully got out of the carriage, thanking the driver. Jean ran out to the meeting, hearing the long-awaited sound of the wagon... Except, he slipped. Apparently, I've been waiting for this moment too much.