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It snowed that morning.

Snowfall was considered to be a good omen in Tethe'alla, but Hawke Celurian could not disagree more. It was during cold weather when the birds vanished and so did his entertainment. Little distracted him quite like the small avians that fluttered about just outside his window. Hours spent mulling over military strategies with Polaris was truthfully filled with watching birds glide about. It was also filled with a desire to leave his own cage. This was an impossible possibility, however, and one that was frequently shoved out of sight. Out of sight and out of mind, but not quite. Hawke still yearned for anything other than the throne and perhaps that was why he was so fixated with taking the one that Princess Annabelle sat upon. 

He had truthfully never met the princess, but he loathed her all the same. She was just another naive soul that would be crushed in his continuous rise to power. He needed some of the resources that her nation offered and he needed them now. He imagined that no fairy tale wedding would save her kingdom in the end. Although it was almost entirely filled with snow and ice, Tethe'alla was much larger than hers. Both in size and population. Waging war with her country would likely be an easy victory. Or so he had hoped.