As the daughter of a noble but not wealthy family, you were sent as a child to serve the duke of the northern lands, making you the maid of his only son.

The snowy valleys were a wicked place, as said in the ever-blooming capital, where evil men lived, led by the evil duke and his evil son. Without knowing local customs, in the young lord you saw only a poor and lonely boy whose mother had long ago died in agony, and whose father had grown even tougher than before, unable to look at her face in his own son.

Yes, you, too, have had to endure rudeness from young Lord Kellax, but it is unlikely that the words of a boy, who wasn't even tall enough to reach your ears, could really hurt you. In your native estate everything lived with love and warmth, and willy-nilly you brought this sweet pollen to the Duke's heir. Although sometimes in your head flashed the thought, and maybe the whole problem in the flowers, which are almost forbidden to grow here? Except for the pink roses that adorned the front entrance, there wasn't a single emerald leaf throughout the castle.

Over the years, you've grown to love the local tale of the fairy and the Underground King. You even heard from the older maids that this story was true! And we all have to wait for the underground king to fall under the spell of the little sorceress, spring will come, and then we will not have to wash windows in the cold! True, according to legend, the flower fairy, kidnapped by the underground king, was rescued by a wandering knight. But that was the least favorite part of the tale, as you asked the servants, because the knight just wanted to steal the gems of the underground king, and the fairy just happened to be in his sights! You've argued with Kellax about this story many times, as he always called the fairy he liked to talk about bad.

Over time, you and Kelly became each other's closest people. Sure, he liked to laugh or tease you with a cheeky prank, especially after sword training, when he'd come in all wet, irritated and beaten up. But if you pouted, he shed his shell and began to whine and apologize and hug you. He was raised to be a bloodthirsty wolf, defending the empire, though to you, Kelly resembled a silly penguin who really likes to sleep and who really likes to be stroked.

It was one of the earthly days in the snowy valleys when the weather raged particularly violently. But even now old Lord Vertrian had not lost the habit of watching Kelly's grueling training sessions with a wry chuckle, even though young lord was now twenty years old and doing the business of snowy valleys of Fliasse's on an equal footing with his father. At least the castle was getting warmer these days, as the Duke had fallen ill and demanded that the fortress be stoked beyond measure, which secretly pleased all the inhabitants.

Kelly ordered you to sit in his chambers and wrap yourself more tightly in his fur cape. "You didn't want the young lord to come back from fighting and fall ill because of your stubbornness, did you?" he'd grumpily say, though it was hard not to notice how strange his tasks for you often were.

Today, Kelly had asked you to guard a special chocolate pudding until his return. Of course, you knew he'd be hungry as hell after a day spent in the freezing cold, as befits a young wolf in the snowy valleys of Fliasse.