You Don't Seem Too Happy to See Me?

The frozen North, Winterhart.

Raven had been born and raised there, where biting gales and the stench of blood were part of everyday life.

As befitted a family that revered martial prowess, the only things he valued were a warrior's strength and fighting spirit.

Nothing was more worthless than a hand without scars or calluses.

"What could those pampered hands possibly hold?"

Sword, sweat, blood.

There were plenty of things one could hold in a single hand.

The young ladies and young masters of high society.

No matter how lavishly they dressed, they looked like children playing house to Raven.

That was why he pursued Lucia alone...