Nesrin placed her arms around him lightly, almost not touching. But her grip tightened when they started riding.
Her soft body pressed close against him, she was warm, too warm. Izekiel momentarily forgot the road, becoming too aware of how close they were.
"Should I slow down?" he asked.
"No,"
Nesrin's voice had hints of fear, she refused yet her hold became tightened.
Izekiel smiled to himself, riding slightly faster; he liked the feeling of being close to her, for her to hold him like that.
The green wilderness slowly began to turn white, as they ventured deeper into the woods and closer to Esmeria.
Izekiel had taken a narrow, less traveled road to make sure they could reach the palace without catching anyone's eyes.
He only stopped once at an inn, to rest and because Nesrin didn't have any breakfast.
However, it seemed as if she was not in a good mood.
"Is something wrong?"
The reply was silence.
