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He ponders, remembering the long winters fighting through the storms to reach the fort. The warmth and affection of them all staying there for days at a time with Corrin, playing games and just existing as siblings instead of royalty for a few short nights.

During the warmer months there was less excuse to stay, and Xander had found himself leaving sooner and sooner. He always came- he could never consider denying her. But... for all it's cruelty, winter was a dear time to him. He shakes his head, chasing away the far away expression on his face