In the coldest region of Britannia…
Heavy snowfall and blizzards were common throughout the year.
Even the region's largest cities were not spared, while the smaller cities and towns often faced harsher conditions.
The land was covered in snow, and the cold winds swept across the streets, carrying flakes through the air.
Buildings in Frostmarch were already constructed to be able to handle the weather, and the people who lived there had long grown accustomed to the freezing climate.
At the heart of Frostmarch…
Stood the estate of its rulers.
Within it was Diane's personal mansion…
"Wake up, My Lady."
A familiar voice sounded softly inside her bedroom.
"Should we keep increasing the temperature, Hermione?"
Another maid asked from nearby.
"Yes. She's definitely not going to wake up at this rate. It's far too cold in her room."
Hermione's voice drew closer as she approached the bed.
"My Lady, wake up."
She called again, placing a hand on Diane to rouse her.
"Hmm..."
