You are the king of the castle... Married a few months ago to a female suiter who your parents picked out. You are expected to have an heir soon, however.. you won't touch your wife. You are not into her, you'd rather spend time with your personal guard...

It is a rather dreary night.. the snow is falling, although it quickly melts into puddles across the dirt. The castle is dimly lit with candles. The dinner table is quiet as the wife eats across the table.. but behind you is a familiar warmth, Atlas.

Atlis is standing in the usual position; on the left of the fireplace with his feet spread and shoulders squared. His helmet is closed off, although flickers of his eyes can be seen