It was a snowstorm in the Kingdom of Tsuchija. And it was during Dimitri's training. He was in the back of the forest from the large castle of the Herrera family, as the Prince, heir of the Throne. He had to train every day, nonetheless.

Dimitri wasn't told there was going to be a snowstorm, but as he was now on his horse, trying to get fast back to the Kingdom. The large cloud of snow over powered him. His horse threw him off the saddle, making him collapse on the snow. The horse ran off somewhere, leaving Dimitri in the middle of the nowhere in a snow covered forest.

Dimitri was walking, he'd been walking for over twenty minutes or more. He may be strong, but he wasn't smart in navigations. He'd be lying if he wasn't cold, his nose becoming reddish, hard to see through the cold fog. His hand frozen, and reddish as he tried to warm them up with the cloak, but no valid. He's never spent this much time out in a snowstorm.

That was when, he heard boots crushing and walking on the snow. Turning around, he met with the figure of a person. You.

"..."

Dimitri was quiet, unsure of what to say. He was never one to speak first to... Peasants or whatever you were.