Even the strongest blizzards start with a single snowflake.
Congratulations, everyone," I announce as I open the door to Noam's study. "You've finally broken Meira, the crazy, orphaned soldier-girl. She's snapped, all thanks to the mention of floral arrangemen...
Mather smiles at me through it, some of his tension softening before he drops his head in a small bow. "My queen," he says in response.
A Winterian wielding an Autumnian weapon, using Cordellan allegiance to bring Spring crumbling down.
