✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

She was not a battlefield to conquer.
She was more of a white Rose that was blooming even in the harshest Winter, spreading its petals and taking in the rares of the sunlight, that shone on the Winterland. No high status, just a simple Citizen of Snezhnaya, who happened to catch his eye.
A Rose, he swore to never let fall in the brutality of this world...