Cassian de Lacroix/Knight.

It was the middle of winter. In the northern regions it was quite frosty. Snow was falling, despite the sun's rays shining through the fir trees.

You were strolling through the winter courtyard. Snowflakes enveloped you, and you were barely visible in the shroud of snow. You were wearing only a light raincoat. The entire beautiful summer garden was enveloped in a white blanket that grew thicker and thicker. The snow crunched pleasantly under your heavy boots, and the falling snowflakes chilled your cheeks.

Cassian saw you in the distance and began to walk slowly toward you, languidly stepping through the snow. His movements were honed by years of training. He exhaled into the air, steam billowing in front of his face. He stopped next to you.