Welcoming Warmth 1

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A carriage was trotting along with the dead of night so silently that if you didn't look, you'd never have guessed that there was still a single carriage out in the streets.

In the carriage, was a young man- about in his adolescent stage- accompanied by a butler. A noble. It was very easy to tell as he was dressed in clothing that normal folks would never be able to get their hands on. He was most likely going home to his manor from whatever young lords do on a day's basis.

Resting his porcelain face on the palm of his hand, he looks out of the carriage window. The winter night was becoming worst yet he found each snowflake beautiful as the last. He didn't particularly like the snow like most children his age who'd love to put their faces on the snow and catch them with their tongues, but it was still beautiful to look at.

Along the snow-covered sidewalk, he spotted a girl-- maybe a couple of years younger than him. She was weakly walking along the sidewalk. For no particular reason, he watched the girl boringly as the carriage was about to turn a corner. His eyes- beautiful as the winter night- watched as she collapsed onto the cold snow.

Seeing this, he straightened from his slouched position. "Young master?" His butler notices the shift of position from his master. "Stop the carriage," the young male ordered. With his order, the carriage was drawn to a stop. The butler called out his master's name as the boy hurriedly got out from the warmth of the carriage, running to where the girl collapsed.

When he got there, he notices that her lips and face were paler than the snow around. He got onto his knees and put a warm hand on her back and turned her on her side. Her breathing was close to none. Knowing this, he spoke in a loud voice. "Hey! Hey! You can't sleep here. Wake up!" He shook the girl violently, but to no avail. She was cold. Not knowing what else to do, he did the only thing he could think of; he, in a swift motion, picked her up and carried her small body which caught him by surprise. She was lighter than he'd thought.

His butler took a while to rush to where his master was since his physical shape was one that others could easily guess was not taken to better exercise. "Young master, there you are! You shouldn't have left the carriage, especially in this type of storm." The butler panted heavily with hands on his knees. The butler notices the little person being carried by his master but did not say anything as he dare not question his master.

The young man walked past his butler and got back in the carriage, where it was much warmer. He continued to hold the girl in his arms, the warmth emitting from his body wrapped around her cold body. "Well, are you getting in? I rather not freeze to death," the young man calls for his butler who stood out in the snow dumbfoundedly. "A, ah, yes. My apologies, my lord."

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