(3rd person P.O.V)

As the first winter snow fell on a beautiful winter night, a solitary crow cast its gaze through one of the closed windows in the Sarin Royal Guest Residence, in its vermilion eyes the figure of a child, asleep to a quiet lullaby whispered by the wind.

Embraced in the violet afterglow of the beautiful moon, the crow leapt from its branch towards the glass, however, there was no sound, no collision and the crow had already taken its place beside the ashen-haired boy.

Soon a woman of otherworldly beauty had taken the place of the crow, her hair reflecting a shade so white that it felt that all light bounced off it, the pair of crimson eyes gazed upon the boy.

“My son, finally you have returned to our world...” The woman sobbed; her voice silent as if it were a whisper.

In the violet afterglow of the moon. The blue roses bloomed in scattering their petals across… these precious roses were blooming unseasonably… the winters of the royal capital which hadn’t seen so much as a single flake of snow was now, turning into a storm.

The world was emersed in a joyous celebration.

Yet as the world danced at the announcement, one man was having an anxiety attack, the King who was gazing out the window had realized how dire his situation was, “Rain.” he said to the woman who was sleeping soundly decide him...soon waking up at her husband’s call, “What is it dear?”

“There is a blizzard outside... the crops... oh no...” his voice barely audible.

The kingdom was about to enter the first harvest of the year wheat, the most important staple crop of the people was being buried under the snow.

Never the less nor the more, the world danced, danced in joy its razor winds flowing in a violent display… yet the royal guest residence was calm and untouched.

The following morning

Servin was still enraptured in his sleep…something that shouldn’t be happing as he was a creature of the dark, nocturnal even but today…

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The cold hardwood of the door pulled away to give way to the Silver Heart… and then they were closed again.

The Silver Heart carried her steps with a sense of dignity and of leisure.

“Still sleeping… though I would like to leave you to rest but for today…”

Servin was lightly shaken, as a being who could sleep, to begin with coupled with his innate vigilance pulled him out of his comfort.

“Moring Silvia.” ‘How the fuck did I fall asleep!?’

“You seem to have slept well.” Her voice rang with a little bit of anxiousness.

As his lips were about to part, he looked out and saw “Snow?” he was surprised…

“Yes… that is so, a blizzard kicked in last night.”

“I see.” Servin said nothing more…

“How bad is it?” Servin asked he understood how bad of an effect snow would have on the harvest after all Alister fief itself was a major crop-producing area and he had been taught by his tutors about how rice, in particular, would be completely destroyed by heavy snowfall and the initial hailstorm.

“The harvest had yet to begin, the harvest festival had not started so people as per their customs hadn’t touched the crops.”

“In short, the capital/royal territory is fucked?” The capital has a booming and vast population but it’s not something that can’t be handled if the royals take grain as noble tax and use it rather than gold and use the treasury.

“Yeah, and the blizzard was not limited to the capital, as far as we can tell the entire kingdom and possibly beyond was experiencing this.”

‘So, we have a booming population and the crops have been buried…aren’t we kinda fucked?’

“Also, we are departing from the capital immediately.” She said as she tossed him a coat that she had conjured out of nowhere.

“Possible Riots?” Servin asked plainly as it is commonly known that the previous king had almost been deposed because of a famine last year and his poor management of it.

Whit her confirming his question with her silence it seemed obvious to him that the royal family even with its many genius individuals are afraid of the public… moreover it is easy for one to understand that the royals are not great monks but rather people who are interested in saving their own hides.

One could say because of the exceptionally brutal manner in which a commoner riot against the price fixation of crops was crushed by the royals, though that was a rather isolated and very small-scale incident.

“Where do we go together my fair madam?” He said sarcastically because he knew…

‘There is no point in this play pretend lovers with a famine on the horizon.’

“Yes, we are going together, we are headed to the sea region, The Gosin Fief.”

‘Girl I need to get back to my fief, so why am I being dragged along?’

“True that is a good idea we need to work on the expansion of the Fishing as the seas won’t have lost much due to the blizzard… how about the Rigil Fief to the north?” Servin said thinking about the snowy peaks of the Rigil Fief that is accustomed to year-round snowfall.

“What about it, it not a great food procurement location, the soil is infertile and the population is scares.” She pointed out about the hilly region.

“True as it may be, it is also home to a big forest we can commission hunters there to bring forest forage, though it won’t bring much at least it will be helpful in alleviating some distress.” Sky said having plastered a noble’s smile as they had entered the hallway.

“True but I think you should tell that to Father directly, he currently holding the emergency Estates General.”

‘The estates general… right’

“True but I should depart for my family territory too.” His words were leisurely as he knew there was no need to be worried about Alister’s fief as it had 4 crops grown in rotation and the harvest period of one them had just ended so even if the wheat was ravaged there should still be food to go around there.