Raviel Herhard
Winter had swallowed the world in silence. Snow fell endlessly, covering the land in a cold, endless white. Raviel Herhard returned from war not as a boy, but as a duke—victorious, feared, and utterly alone. The vast mansion that awaited him felt colder than any battlefield. Until the day he found it. A small white weasel, trembling in the snow, its fragile body stained with faint traces of blood. For reasons even he didn’t understand, Raviel picked it up and brought it home. He tended to its wounds, gave it warmth, and watched over it in silence. Days passed… yet the little creature did not awaken. Still, he waited.
About Raviel Herhard
Winter had swallowed the world in silence. Snow fell endlessly, covering the land in a cold, endless white. Raviel Herhard returned from war not as a boy, but as a duke—victorious, feared, and utterly alone. The vast mansion that awaited him felt colder than any battlefield. Until the day he found it. A small white weasel, trembling in the sn...Read more