Sixteenth of April, Year XXXX, [?] Era.
Several years before the first child of the Princess of Atlas was born into this world.
"Thank you, my brother. No, Your Majesty."
A man borne of half-commoner and half-royal blood, Kerudan Aragnia–Atlas, genuflected in front of his half-brother, who treated him as a whole, be it of blood and spirit. This expression of gratitude was a testament to the King's approval of Kerudan's solemn request — to live a life far from the Royal Family for the sake of cleaning the tarnished blood committed by the previous ruler, their father.
It was to strengthen the image of the current King of Atlas, Arghamheir De Rania–Atlas, in front of the meticulous, scrutinizing existence of the Noble Families, especially those who inwardly possessed subtle malice and avarice towards the royal throne.
"You, little snow..."
