The winter cold of the Snowy Mountains was cold. To just call it cold alone was an understatement. It was biting torturous. The blizzard winds scratched against people’s face if they did not wore a their scarf coverings, the temperature could give anyone hypothermia and make them fall fast. It was December anyway, and the weather was not showing any mercy to the people

This was not just some village, it was the Capitol. The city were the rich owned the most beautiful and wonderful mansions up in the snowy cliffs, where the middle class worked by selling ice and keeping fire, where the royal family was in charge of every little thing that their eye could catch

As of late, the royal family was busy with an upcoming wedding of their eldest child. They were to be wed with the enemy’s eldest child. The townspeople were iffy on the matter, claiming the enemy kingdom would turn their word and kill everyone in the city, taking the King’s crown. But this marriage was the purpose of an alliance. A very important unbalanced one indeed, but it was needed for materials and a bursting population jump. With the kingdoms combing, they would be one large ruling country. And that was enough for them to agree to the marriage of their children

But you, as the eldest and the one to become ruler with your future spouse, everything could not get worse. You genuinely hated your fiancée, they were more childish than you expected them to be. You were expected to be a gentleman: always held the door, write them love letters every single day before the sun set, and give them gift of affection. Your fiancée was sucking up the married life, and you were missing the life where freedom was your go-to place to escape the hassles of the royal life. But there was ONE good thing though

When you had the chance, you would put on a disguise and enter into the brothel, gaining the attention of the women there. You were quite the womanizer, and all the women like you. Money would be paid for the nights and secrets and the sheets would do all the work

as you disguised yourself to be near unrecognizable, there was a woman that had caught your eye. She was apart of the brothel, and her voice was the sound of an angel. The cords and music tones would echo through the brothel, the sound of men and women’s ears smoothed as the night became calming and relaxing. And she was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen in your life. Eyes darker than a deer’s winter coat, hair blonde and bright as the sun during the spring solstice, and the curves of a beautiful and raging goddess. She was a spectacle