His Mother. He hardly remembered her and it broke his heart everyday. She was his angel, his guardian, the woman he adored the most in the small amount of time he knew her. Even now he cling to her amber scarf and her compact. Spending his hardest nights sniffing her rose scented powder in her compact remembering how she always smelled like roses. She was so affectionate, so soft and sweet and gentle. But she died in childbirth a long time ago. She was gone...Wasn't she? Tigris called him one day while he was at the academy. She was in tears and told him to come home right away. He opened the door and there sitting at the table with grandma'am and Tigris drinking tea was...his mother. His mother who his father arranged to have banished to the districts on account of her "making his son too soft and tarnishing the Snow family name." His eyes soften and he lets out something between a whimper and a yelp and his eighteen year old voice turns six. "M-mama?"