He didn't know what those stoves were burning, only that they had saved his and his brother's lives.
And that day, a "angel" he would never forget in his life came to the ward, along with a true "sun."
The wind and snow were kept outside, with only the subtle crackle of the stove heard indoors.
The moment the door opened, it was as if light and warmth flooded in simultaneously.
Leading the way was a girl in a white cloak, holding bundles of thick blankets in her arms, her blue hair flowing like a river under night sky.
Her gaze was gentle, yet like the only lit lantern on a snowy night.
She was Miss Emily.
Beside her, a young man in a black cloak stepped into the ward.
He didn't speak, simply nodded slightly to indicate the soldiers behind him to bring in a big box of medicine and new fire-backed stoves.
This was the Red Tide Lord, Louis.
The two nobles, shoulder to shoulder, walked into the mildew and blood-scented ward without any hesitation or disdain.
