A gust of cold wind swept through the palace located in the center of the city, the sun now leaning toward the west struggling to provide its warmth in the midst of winter.
In one of the palace gardens, stood a pavilion surrounded by flowers that were nearly frozen.
Inside the pavilion, a round table was occupied by two teenagers sitting across from each other.
Neither of them spoke at all as the servants arranged warm tea and snacks on their table.
The aroma of the tea and the scent of the still-warm pastries did not distract their attention from each other.
One of them was a young man with short black hair, his black eyes fixed on the blue eyes of a girl in front of him, her long red hair now tied into a ponytail.
Once the servants finished setting the table, they turned and left. As their footsteps faded, the young man pointed at the girl.
His lips trembled slightly as he spoke, his gaze growing sharper.
"Damn it… why did you lie about that, Katarina?"
