Chapter 1
In the cold winter, snowflakes drift leisurely down. Lavia, a 20-year-old noble girl, stands under a large tree, extending her right hand to catch the snowflakes that land and slowly melt in her palm.
Rafael walks over gently and says tenderly to Lavia, "Miss, the young master asks for your presence."
“Do you know why?” Lavia asks.
"Probably about his title." Rafael answers.
Lavia glances back at Rafael and then heads towards the mansion, with Rafael following closely behind.