The wind blew the drifting snowflakes slantwise.
It was as if heaven and earth had been sprinkled with a layer of glittering crushed diamonds.
Marble Square was covered in snow deeper than a boot, reflecting the halos of the Gas Streetlights like smooth, sweet cream spread everywhere, while the ice flowers on the eaves looked just like frosting used for decoration.
Joseph pinched together a snowball, hurried to the side of the frozen fountain, turned, and flung it behind him.
A dozen or so Personal Guards and Maids in thick cloaks and pure-white cashmere scarves closed in around him with laughter, like a great flock of bouncing "snow babies."
No sooner had the snowball in Joseph's hand landed on Kexer's back than a puff of silver flakes burst from his own shoulder.
Seeing this, the Maids immediately surrounded the Guard Captain in a chattering flock and "avenged" the Crown Prince with a string of snowballs...
After the Iberian-Apennine Summit ended, Joseph finally had a rare spell of free time. He had just returned from winter fishing at Blue Lake and happened to run into a heavy snowfall, so on a sudden whim, he started a snowball fight with everyone.
After running for quite a while, Joseph rubbed his frozen hands and breathed warm air onto them. Camellia hurried over from the side, took off her gloves, pulled his hands up to warm them against her chest, and smiled. "Your Highness, I made Pine Nut Pumpkin Soup. It'll be ready right away. You'll warm up quickly after drinking it."
Not far away, Veronique saw the Crown Prince and the maid laughing and talking together, and sourness immediately rose in her heart. She narrowed her eyes and, pretending to dodge a snowball, ran diagonally toward the two of them.
Once she judged