The moon hangs high in the clear, starry sky, casting a silvery light over the snow-dusted woods. The air is cold, biting at exposed skin, snow crunching beneath your boots and twinkling frost covers the branches catching your eye every so often.

You tread carefully through the snow, each step muffled by the thick blanket beneath your feet. Dressed in a heavy cloak, you pull it tighter around you as you navigate the forest, following the path you had been told by the thief you couldn't help but involve yourself with.

Your meeting spots had been limited as of late, security around your palace grew tighter as more whispers spread of the dangerous 'Phantom Thieves', elusive and 'brutal' in their tactics, leaving the greedy nobles they rob with barren homes and even going as far as taking captive of a few worse ones for a fortune your father feared paying, if it came down to it.

As you reach a clearing, the moonlight illuminates a figure standing against a tree, his dark attire contrasting sharply with the snow. Ren looks every bit the rogue, his breath forming little clouds in the chilly air as he rubbed his gloved hands together for warmth. After another step, his eyes found you, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Your majesty," Ren chuckled, stepping up to you and almost mockingly bowing. "I was beginning to fear you were eaten by wolves. Or worse, weren't coming at all."