LIAM
I hate this, the coldness seeping through my heavy layers of clothes and into my bones. I never had a soft spot for winters. I have always liked how beautiful it looks when the white snow coats the earth, but I never appreciated how much coldness it brings with itself. It’s almost like, you like the rain. But you don’t like the puddles of mud that it leaves behind.
And the worst part is that I didn’t bring any warm clothes with from Solaryn because I never appreciated I would even get into this kind of godforsaken situation. But here I am, freezing to death in these cheap clothes that the regular soldiers use.
How did I turn out to be like this?
In Solaryn, I have magical clothes that are specially made for the royals and the high-ranking nobilities. They are made from a special kind of thread. So they keep the body warm despite how thin and comfortable they are. They cost a fortune, but money was never a headache I felt. I am envious of Kian, who is wearing the spellbound clothes I just ntioned. And damn...he looks fine...
No, I shouldn’t be thinking about this. I should be focusing on how cold it is in this bedroom. The living room was much warr than this room because of the fireplace. Kian and I are sharing a room yet again because Jennifer went ahead and said, ’Not my problem’ due to the lack of bedrooms.
I am currently waiting for him. He has to do sothing about this freezing atmosphere, or he is finding my snow-frosted bead body.
I haven’t heard from Crystal today. She usually intends to pop out of nowhere and make a comnt that makes regret making her familiar. In any case, her usual silence is making worry a little. Though I can feel that she is completely fine because if anything were to happen to her, I would be the one first to know because, hell, I am her owner.
Just as I am dwelling on many other things to keep my mind of Kian, the door swings open, and he walks into the room in long, deliberate strides, his snow boots thumping against the cold wooden floorboard.
"You are shivering." He hangs his long coat on the hanger beside the door as he eyes with amusent.
The room is very small. Only a bed, a small closet, and a small study table were able to be squeezed into the small space. It slls like snow and cold wood. Doing nothing to comfort . It doesn’t take more than a step of his long leg to reach the bed.
"This is not funny." My lips tug into a scowl as I look up at him. "Do sothing about the temperature," I demand, clutching the blanket around tighter as if doing so will give much-needed warmth.
I fail miserably.
I am particularly cocooned on the bed; the blanket pulled over my head, my heavy layers of clothing making look like a fat piggy, and my teeth clattering against each other. So, yep, I am completely miserable, and I won’t be surprised if a smirk at the corner of Kian’s lip turns into a full-blown grin or, worse, laughter. I hate it. I do.
And just as I anticipated, Kian bursts out laughing, "Look at you, Cherry! You look like a potato sack!" His face is animated with amusent as his head falls back and his shoulders shake violently from the laughter.
Flas rise to my cheeks and touch them as I grimace. I throw a pillow at him, "Shut up! Whose fault is it that I am like this!" I bellow.
Kian covers his mouth with his hand as his shoulders still jerk with laughter, "My bad, my bad." Kian then whips around and swings open the door of the closet and grabs his sack. He rummages through for a beat before throwing a flimsy shirt my way. "Wear this."
The shirt lands on my face, and I snarl at him before grabbing it and testing the material of the fabric. This is a piece made of the magic thread I ntioned earlier. I look up at him but I don’t refuse. Beggers can’t be choosers.
I slowly start to peel off the horde of sweaters I am wearing and wear the shirt anwhile Kian circles the bed and takes a seat at the corner of the bed at his side, the bed screaming against his weight as the mattress sinks below him
"It is good enough?" He asks as he takes off his boots languidly.
I wrap my arms around myself and nod. The sll of fresh febric and coffee grazes my nostrils. And I revel in it. It is warm and feels nice against my skin, but still, it feels a little cold.
I slip under the sheets as I discard all the other sweaters I was wearing. Kian flicks off the lamp beside the bed and lies down beside . I curl to myself as I try to keep my body warm.
I hear a soft sigh beside , "Co here." He says as his hand reaches out to wrap around my waist.
I instinctively snuggle close to him as he envelops in his arms; the warmth radiating off him comforts . I sigh as I relish his warmth and feel his strong arm wrap around almost protectively.
I know I shouldn’t be sleeping in his arms like this. I know he is my enemy and all. But it’s too cold here and I don’t want to catch a fever. So, it is alright for to use my enemy to provide much-needed warmth, right?
Yes...I can use him for a night. Just for tonight...
***
"Where is the sleigh?" I ask as I follow Kian and Jennifer through the snowy paths of the mountain, Fres tailing behind . Our every footstep digs a hole into the thick layer of snow, embedding our footprints.
"At the cottage," Kian replies simply.
I halt, "Then how are we supposed to go there then?" I frown.
"By walking." He throws a smile over his shoulder.
WHAT?!
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