Cain stood from his place, as his steed rode towards him. The snow made from the dark clouds overhead settled on the now black armoured prince. As his steed approached him, he brushed his hand against its mane. "We...did it Anjelica." Cain told his steed. "He was furious, truly furious. A man pure of heart..." Cain bowed his head as he rested the top of it against his horse. He stayed there for some time, as the snow gathered and became thicker on his shoulders, for the Coldbourne Prince would only have his solitude for so long.... [spoiler]End of Chapter 18[/spoiler]