On New Year's Eve morning, snowflakes swirled thick and fast, falling heavily from the sky.
Isabella sat by the window, brewing tea and enjoying the snow view.
Maximilian approached, carrying fresh fruits sent by Lady Celeste.
He draped her cloak over her shoulders, wrapped an arm around her waist, and nuzzled his face against her neck.
This made Isabella laugh and playfully swat at him. "Isabella, after the New Year, I will be going to the frontier."
"I am going with you."
Maximilian, delighted, pressed a kiss to her forehead. Then he said, "No, the frontier is bitterly cold. I am afraid you could not bear it."
Isabella turned her head to look out the window. Fireworks were blossoming in the distance, and starlight seemed to twinkle continuously in her eyes.
"With you there, what
