The wind blew the drifting snowflakes askew.
The world seemed to be sprinkled with a layer of sparkling crushed diamonds.
The marble square was covered in snow deeper than the boots, reflecting the glow of the gas lamps, like everything was smeared with smooth, sweet cream, while the ice crystals on the eaves resembled decorative frosting.
Joseph picked up a snowball and dashed to the frozen fountain, turned, and threw it behind him.
A dozen trusted aides and maids, wrapped in thick cloaks and pure white cashmere scarves, gathered around giggling, like a large group of bouncing "Snow Treasures."
The snowball in Joseph's hand had just landed on Kesode's back when a burst of silver flakes erupted on his own shoulder.
Seeing this, the maids immediately chirped as they surrounded the Guard Captain to avenge the Crown Prince with a flurry of snowballs...