The morning light in the Northern Territory always arrives hesitantly, and outside the window is the silent snowy landscape.
But the Lord of the Red Tide Territory, Louis, is already awake at this moment.
He opens his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a head of blue hair like the reflection in the Ice Lake, gently falling down the blanket, lying quietly in his arms, breathing evenly, with the corners of lips slightly curved.
He slightly turns his head, seeing another patch of white, a girl with silver-white short hair curled on his other side, holding his arm, sleeping deeply, with a slight frown, as if feeling the cold.
"Ah, the morning of the Northern Territory Lord is just so plain and simple." Louis sighs.
Without disturbing the two wives beside him, he quietly turns over to sit up.
The snow is still falling, the geothermal warmth rolls underfoot, enveloping the bedroom, he drapes a thick cloak and walks barefoot to the desk.
