Nicosia was destined to be cold this winter.
Outside the window, Princess Furina strolled gracefully in the snow like a skylark beneath winter flurries, occasionally grabbing a handful of snow to shape into a snowball to throw, and sometimes shaking a tree branch to let the snow settled on its limbs cascade onto her head.
While Basarabia would also welcome snowy days, heavy snowfalls like this were rare; in Basarabia's winters, warmer and rainier seasons prevailed, but during the coldest period, light snow mixed with freezing rain occasionally brought something to the crops.
Komer stood with his arms folded, staring out the window in silence, his expression strange—neither joyful nor numb and indifferent, nor feigning distaste or impatience. Of course, few men could find the charming Princess Furina unlikable.
