On the northern borders of the Vendal Kingdom, where a thick veil of snow blanketed the expansive landscape, finding a well-maintained road was nearly impossible.
The snow piled high, obscuring any paths hidden beneath its icy surface.
Yet, despite these harsh conditions, a large carriage, pulled by sturdy horses clad in thick winter fur, pressed forward with determination.
Behind the carriage marched three or four soldiers, while a full cavalry of a dozen more positioned themselves at the front and rear, their breaths rising in mist against the biting cold air.
Inside the carriage—marked with a distinct crest that identified it as belonging to the Crimwell family—sat three figures.
On one side, two children huddled close together for warmth, while across from them sat a middle-aged man, his face twisted in frustration as he clutched a letter tightly in his hands.
