Rockstill
King Adrian, The Crowned King of Alan
In His Chamber
Winter had come, and the snow had turned the green forest white.
It was Adrian's least favorite season. He sighed a bit
The wind was cutting through his skin and making him feel highly uncomfortable. He was holding a letter tightly in his hand, deciding whether to accept the letter's proposition.
The wind blew again, and he shivered slightly.
He tucked the letter in his pocket and retreated to his chamber. Inside, the cold was bearable, but even with the fire raging, the cold could still be felt.
Snow has collected themselves around the vicinity of the castle when he went for my walk yesterday.
This year winter might be the coldest he ever experienced
Imagine the troops and soldier who went to the North. How cold it would be for them? How horrendous their experience will be?
Oh, how he loathed the winters that comes
