The season changed to winter. The garden had a carpet of snow, with only a peek of yellow flowers trying its best to sprout. The chilled wind made the men shiver, and they pulled their cloaks to cover their bodies. The snowstorm last night made the land white. People from the castle stretched their bodies and picked up their shovels to remove the snow from the ground. They chatted with each other in the morning. The sounds came up to the second floor of the stone castle.
The balcony doors are opened to let the little bit of light that is available to let in. The curtains are clipped on the corner to stop it from flowing. The purple curtains matched the bed and its coverings. The Silver and purple-themed room made it darker than other rooms. It was a bedroom with a desk close to the window. The papers on the desk flutter as the wind enters the room. A figure sat on the bed as she checked the reports and signed on them.
“Come in.” She answered to the knock on the door.