WINTER looked out of the window of the gryphon drawn carriage. All he could see was the vast blue sky and some birds flying around. He was on his way to Victoria City to attend the Festival of Creation that would happen three days from now.
Originally, it was Icelyn that was supposed to go. She had been the one attending the festival ever since the Pope visited Albion a few years back. But now, this thing had fallen on him. There was really no other candidate. The former first prince was now exiled. The second princess and third prince were both still young and not really suitable to handle political stuffs.
