It was almost noon, and in the private courtyard, Keith stood on one of the winter trees, overlooking the frozen lake and to the snowy sky.
He raised his hand, letting the snowflakes land on his leather-gloved palm.
With a smile, he thought it had been a while since constant blizzards dawned within the Northern Territory, more so when it came to Starbrooke Castle.
Ever since Arnold stopped what seemed an eternal snowstorm in the Grand Duchy of Blackwell, the ambiance was never the same.
Gone were the days the blinding snows reigned…
No ghastly howls...
Such noises of the north winds changed to lively chatters from far afield.
Even within the castle, while the brightness dropped by a notch, its sheer warmth could be felt, in no way he could explain it properly.
Somehow, Keith wasn't ready for the change, both within and out of the place he treated home.
