Three days and nights had passed since that snowy day, and Sir Kael Richter, the lord of Eagle Rock Territory, had agonized for three whole nights.
Prince Colin still had not arrived at his castle.
He paced like a caged beast in his study, built from expensive taxes.
Sometimes he stopped by the window, cursing the endless snow outside, and other times he ran to the wall, drawing a cross devoutly in front of the holy image of Saint Sis, praying that God would protect Prince Colin's carriage, which was hopefully just trapped in the desolate snowstorm, without any mishap.
Of course, he wasn't truly worried about Prince Colin, but rather feared missing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to connect with the dignitaries of the Holy City.
"Maybe the prince just changed his mind and went somewhere else," a sarcastic voice came from beside the fireplace, where his wife was leisurely sipping hot tea, "Kael, you can save your good wine for next winter."
