The weather was cold. For the past day since after the Faction wars, rain had been relentless, the clouds dark and releasing ominous pressure. Although the Academy was tucked away in a different realm altogether, it still experienced the same weather as the outside world.
Inside the Yellow House Dormitory.
Sneeze! Sneeze!
Violet sneezed a couple of times as she stared at a certain red-haired boy who was minding his business. Her body was folded together, and there was a fluffy blanket covering her from head to toe. The pink-haired girl was looking at Nyx with a hateful expression. How could he have time to play when every other person was feeling cold and seeking warmth?
This was the question that had been in Violet's mind as she watched her future husband play with a saber. He was constantly hitting that sword on the ground as if he was feeling some strange pleasure from it?
