A cold gust of wind carried falling snowflakes, now decorating the human capital. In the center of the capital, a palace stood firmly, unfazed by the cold wind and falling snow.
On one side of the palace, a balcony could be seen, its glass door closed to block the cold wind from entering. From the reflection on the glass, a faint orange glow could be seen, dimmed by clouds.
The glass door that held back the cold wind was now opened by a woman with short black hair, her black robe moving as the cold wind entered.
The short-haired woman turned toward the inside of the room, which had a classic style.
"It's very cold, Your Majesty… is it alright?"
Inside the room, a wooden table and wooden chairs could be seen, with the queen sitting on one of the chairs. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, and her blue eyes were hidden behind glass spectacles.
She rubbed her forehead, her brows furrowed, while her other hand held a sheet of paper among the scattered documents on the table.
