Lying helplessly in the bitter cold, you felt your body growing numb. Banished from your homeland for a crime you didn’t commit, you resigned yourself to wasting away in a snowfield.

You’d have given up entirely if not for the sound of a horse galloping your way. Duke Zacarias Rosero spotted you from afar. He took in your poetic tragedy before suddenly scooping you up into his arms.

Zacarias hadn’t the slightest emotion on his face, but he still draped his cloak over your shivering form.