Nope, this is isn't the request. I need deep concentration to do them, and because of a certain negative feeling I can't properly work.

Please have fun reading this though. I won't forget the requests.

And watch out for typos. I don't edit my works so...

I can't understand what I am writing.

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You wandered along the palace halls aimlessly, several thoughts filling your mind whenever your eyes darted into something that triggers nostalgia.

Suddenly, the temperature dropped. You shivered, hugging yourself for more warmth. Snow fell silently to the ground, covering the whole world into a white paradise.

Steam puffed out of your mouth as you breathed. 'It's beautiful.' Another gust of wind blew. You immediately went back to your room, freezing.

'It's really cold. I wonder how he's doing?' You pondered. Bringing along with you a thick blanket, you dashed outside again. You steered yourself through empty pathways, looking for that only room who would have its lights on at these hours.

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"Koumei, are you still in there?" You knocked softly in his door. Nobody answered. You sighed. If there was anything you learned in your 2 months stay at Kou, it was never to expect much from the 2nd prince.

"I'm coming in alright?" You slide the doors open, revealing a chamber of mostly piled books and scrolls. In the middle of it was a rather big desk.

"That's strange... He's not here." You said in a low voice. However you were proved wrong when someone suddenly spoke.

"You shouldn't be just barging into someone else's office, (y/n)." A male voice drawled. You turned around, and saw a man busy reading a book in the corner.

"Koumei..."

"What are you doing in here?" He asked. Your eyes immediately fell to the blanket in your hands.

"I... Uh... It was getting cold so I thought... Erm... Maybe I can get something to warm you up...?" You stuttered. Koumei lifted his head. His eyes weighed down by heavy black bags raised goosebumps all over your skin.

"Thanks. Please leave it there." He gestured to the big desk. You walked over it and placed there the blanket.

"Umm... Koumei?" You tried to get his attention. It didn't actually succeeded. He just hummed in response without even diverting his attention from the book.

"Well, you know, that time of the year is approaching and..."

"I'll send you your gifts (y/n)." Koumei didn't wait for you to finish. You frowned.

"It's not that."

"Then what? Stop beating around the bushes."

"Spend time with me." You said directly. Koumei looked up again to you, only for a second before going back to whatever he was busy with.

"I don't have any to spare."

"But Koumei, I'm your wife."

"And it doesn't necessarily mean that I have to satiate your every desire. Please don't forget, Lady (y/n), what binds our marriage is politics. It's not like we loved each other from the start." He said. You hung your head low, feeling hot tears coming up at the brink of your eyes.

"But... But I do now..." You choked. Koumei seems to be not pleased with this.

"Then, it's your own fault."

His voice was icy cold, it was more painful than any winter you have encountered. Tears fell abundantly from your eyes. Mortified by rejection, you hurried outside without another word spoken.

It was a miracle how your weakened legs managed to drag you as far into the garden. With all the snow that has fallen, it looked absolutely stunning under the moon's radiance. You fell into your knees, and there cried your eyes dry.

Something landed on your back. It returned to you the feeling of shelter's warmth.

"What are you doing here?" A male voice asked. You lifted your head. A red-haired man was standing before you.

"Prince... Kouen?"

"Get inside, you'll catch a cold if you stay outside." He said. You stubbornly turned your head away from him. "Dun wanna."

"Don't be a child." Kouen scolded.

"Still dun wanna." You remained unmoved even after hearing his authoritative voice.

"Guess that leaves me no choice then." He crouched down and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack.

"Wha-what are you doing?!" You hit his back repetitively. Kouen did not move, he doesn't look affected at all.

"I can't let my brother's adorable wife be sick under my watch." He simply said before walking back inside the palace despite your own protests. From the sidelines was another red-haired man watching the scene unfold.

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