The silent cursing was the only sound, accompanying a pair of heavy boots, treading through the thick snow. It was just a whisper, but it was perpetual - for two hours already. And the road somehow didn't seem to end! It was like a nightmare... Early morning and he was stuck in the snow. A complete nightmare.
Miku was shivering from the cold despite the layers of clothes he wore. He hated Connlaothian winter - it was the exact thing that made his well-paid job as an ambassador hell. Coming from warm, warm Adela, he never got used to getting his boots soaked, snow in his hair and looking like a wet cat, and getting a cold at least twice a month. Like now. He never got used to it, and he doubted that he ever will.
They refused to give him a ride to the residence where he was supposed to meet the Serenian ambassador, and now he had to walk about five miles through the snow, sneezing and swearing under his breath. "Hell, hell, hell, hell, someone get me out this hell. Sweet spirit of my passed father, save me from this hell." he whispered, wiping the sleep out of his eyes with a half-frozen hand. The sun wasn't even up yet, and he had to walk, dragging his armour through the snow. They couldn't be serious. If this position wasn't so important, he'd quit right tomorrow.
Finally, he arrived to the gate. He clenched his right hand - foolishly without a glove, so now reddened from the cold air - into a fist, and knocked thrice on the door, wiping his nose with the other hand. The door opened, most likely thanks to some servant, and he was allowed to walk in, shaking the snow off his shoulders. Someone unpinned the cloak off his shoulders and took the soaked fabric away, much to his disgruntlement - it was the only thing that kept him warm, even though it was leaving trails of water on the ground. He moaned, and sneezed right after, making a few steps into the entrance hall as he hugged his shoulders to keep himself warm.
"L... Lady Viara?" he called out, looking around himself and striving to appear both formal and polite. It was difficult, as he was shaking, pale, and had dark rings under his eyes, but he managed. A little.