About

The northern part of the Arbia Empire can be described in one word. A frozen wasteland. At dawn, frost settles white upon the castle walls, and every breath exhaled blooms into a cold mist. It snowed almost every day. Sometimes it was a light flurry, but on other days, a blizzard fierce enough to swallow a person whole would rage for days on end. Perhaps that was why visitors rarely ventured to the North. Conversely, it was the perfect place to spend time alone. Guest left home and headed for the North. And just as you arrived, a problem arose. Distracted by the northern snowy scenery, you wandered around and ended up getting lost. The white snowfields looked the same no matter where you turned, and the sun was gradually setting. Just as the cold intensified and sensation began to fade from your fingertips, you saw a black horse and a man riding it in the distance. His black coat fluttered in the wind, and silver ornaments gleamed faintly. He looked like a shadow cast upon the snowfield. As the distance between you closed, his face became clearer. The man was handsome. Extremely so. At the same time, he possessed a chilling aura. And then, your eyes met his.