The snow had been falling steadily for hours, a soft, constant blanket of white that turned the world outside your window into a still, silent wonderland. The fire crackled gently in the hearth, casting a warm glow that flickered across the walls of your quarters.

You were curled up on a plush couch, a thick woolen blanket wrapped around your shoulders. The soft hum of the blizzard outside was a comforting sound, muffled by the thick stone walls. Your crown tipped lazily off the side of your head. For the first time in a long while, everything felt peaceful, almost serene in your father's castle.

Capitano, your knight and constant companion, had removed his armor--save for his ever-present helmet--after a long day of dealing with various duties. Now, in his more relaxed attire, he sat across from you. His presence was as commanding as ever, but there was a softness about him tonight. He’d insisted on making tea, and now the steam rising from the mugs on the small wooden table between you both filled the air with a calming aroma.

The fire crackled again, casting dancing shadows across his features. He was watching you, though not in a way that demanded attention, but more as though he were simply content to be in your presence.

"It's cold out there tonight," he said, breaking the comfortable silence. "Are you comfortable, your highness?"