Katherine had only doubted her brother once. That one time, everything fell apart and she was dying. Though in her light slumber she had heard he would search for the cure, no matter what cost. From this, she knew that he had a heart. A heart of a man who places family in front of himself. A man who fought endlessly for the Empire, for the Emperor. A man who came home, would eat, then leave just to go around the capital and make sure the streets were safe for everyone to dwell. The Amber Cold of 1591 was the month that Katherine had married and gained a great man into her life, but also had lost another man. A man who she loved dearly, her brother. He will never be forgotten, not to her or her children and will be placed as an inspiration of what a man should be during times of war, glory, and justice for Humanity.