The day before the wedding.
The Nieverdell's royal carriage had arrived, carrying Arielle's long-awaited guest. Her legs moved impatiently to see the person in the carriage come out. The carriage door opened, and Arielle's smile grew wider when she saw a figure wearing a green coat descending from the carriage.
"Archie!" called Arielle, who couldn't stand still in her place anymore. She ran down the stairs and held her brother's cold hand. Maybe Archie wasn't used to the cold of Northendell weather that made him shiver and chill.
"Arielle..." Archie spread his arms. "Can I hug you?"
Arielle nodded, then went into the man's embrace. Archie sighed in relief because Arielle's body felt like radiating a very comfortable warmth. He had never set foot in the North before, so the first time he crossed the border, Archie was taken aback by the difference in temperature in this place.
