The cold wind was biting, and at 4 p.m., a carriage slowly made its way up the small hill located to the north of Tara Town, stopping in front of a somewhat desolate white mansion.
Great piles of snow had accumulated; aside from the pathways, the mansion was covered in ankle-deep snow, and even the villa's rooftop was blanketed in white. With red walls topped with a white roof, it somewhat resembled a fairytale house smothered in cream.
Nobility of some standing would always build estates for themselves, not just as a symbol of status but as a mark of their substantial social standing. Marvin had grown accustomed to this, as, after all, the vast and resource-rich Romanov Kingdom had more than enough space to accommodate several estates.
Although the family of Baron Valas had fallen on hard times, their ancestors had once been illustrious, barely qualifying as Boyar nobility, boasting deeper roots and a longer heritage than the Military Merit Nobility.
