Chương 313: Young Love

It was a garden of frost; somehow flourishing in the snow that stretched across the region, azure flowers, coated in snowflakes, were nurtured by the cold. 

"Lord Macheo, supper is ready."

Coming from behind the young man sat on the stone steps, decorated with a sable and velvet carpet, a calm, female voice spoke softly to him. 

Staying silent for a moment as he continued to watch the downfall of the cold, fluffy snow upon the luxurious estate, the golden-haired prince felt the maid's presence continue to persist behind him as he let out a disgruntled sigh. 

"Alright, alright, I heard you!"

Hearing the door shut behind him as the maid silently made her leave, he huffed as his breath came out with a tangible frost, looking upon the statue that stood in the center of the frost-coated garden. It was of a man dressed in armor, kneeling with his hands on his blade which he had placed into the ground--closing his eyes as if praying.