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CH 144
The Prince had thrown down the gauntlet, it was the only explanation as to why he came out into the snow and started rolling out a ball.
The man, with such laudy and grand titles, First Prince of Lechen, the Grand Duke and one, the Crown Prince, none of that mattered now as Lisa and Erna watched in amazement has he started to build a snowman.
His attendant looked equally bewildered, circling around the Prince, offering what help he could, though he had no idea what he was doing and looked as if the sky and ground had been reversed.
“Hey, your Highness,” Lisa said to Erna, she understood what was going on.
Erna hadn’t stopped watching the Prince with a sceptical expression, finally turned her attention back to building a snowman. Lisa felt relieved as they continued building. Erna tentatively and very deliberately placed flowers on the snowman, as Lisa tied a ribbon around its neck.
“There we go, this snowman is for you, your Highness,” Lisa said.
The shapely snowman was as beautiful as Erna. Erna looked at the snowman with warmth and clapped her hands together. The laughter was as clear as the cloudless blue sky.
The sound of it made Bjorn stop what he was doing and he turned to look at Erna. Her pale complexion and dark eyes was still cause for concern, but seeing her smile brought him some relief.
She had cried herself to exhaustion last night, until there were no more tears to shed. He had embraced her in that moment, offered what comfort he could, but once her crying was done, she pushed him away firmly and distanced herself once more.
“Your Highness, its…” the attendant stuttered.
Bjorn was busy with his own snowball. It was an appropriate size for a snowman’s lower portion, but it was lacking something, the ball of snow did not meet the Princes strict scrutiny.
“We need to make more of an effort,” Bjorn said, gesturing to the pristine snow covered field before them. “Don’t you think?”
Bjorn continued rolling the giant snowball, closely followed by the attendant, who was muttering and murmuring the whole time. His chirrups chorused by those of the birds in the trees.
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Huge.
By the time Bjorn was done rolling out the snowman, it was huge. Really huge.
Erna watched from beside their snowman as the Prince showed no signs of stopping, until the ball was of ridiculous proportions. If likened to a house, her snowman, standing next to his creation, reaching no higher than a chimney’s height.
When he was finished constructing his snowman, it dwarfed Erna and Lisa’s attempt. It was hard to believe that Bjorn was actually able to make a full snowman to the size he had, with nothing but his attendant for aid. It hurt to admit it, but the Prince was really good at making snowmen.
“I think it would be perfect, if only it had my emblem,” Bjorn said, stepping back and admiring his work.
Bjorn used his hands to work at the snow of the snowman’s belly. Carefully and precisely carving out the Royal Crest as best he could. Despite it just being a snowman, he felt compelled to finish what he had started with absolute perfection.
Meanwhile, the attendant had run off into the house and by the time he returned, Bjorn was admiring his work, and the attendant held out a victory cigar for him.
