The night at the Academy became cold and the wind from the north was covering the castle with a gelid layer of ice, though, the summer had just gone away.
Anne was looking from the window at the mountains in the north, the ones that were blocking her way to her dear Henry.
"Tia…" Anne turned around to the little girl preparing the tea and the dinner. She had always been engrossed in the perfect way of arranging every single detail of the dishes.
Even the decorations and the tableware were in perfect harmony every time.
"What is it, Princess Anne?"
Tia had always been very proper in her manners from a young age, and she had never asked and done anything out of the line.
"Had you wondered… where are your parents?"
"Oh…" Tia furrowed a brow, then she looked at the Princess with a nod, "yes, many times… but…"
"Don't you want to know who are they or where they are?"
