"Killian." She acknowledged him, but her eyes were as cold as the snowstorm that started outside her tent. "I wasn't expecting you."
The Night King was seated lazily on a chair next to the small table where scrolls and letters were being kept. Killian lifted his gaze and gave her a good look before nodding in approval. An icy air of command hung about the noble lord.
"I've sent word through Sera." He said in defense. "As usual, it seems that she purposely omitted to mention my visit." He added with a sigh.
"Are you here to pick me up? Or did you come to see how I am faring after abandoning me?" Iris asked. She suddenly found herself conscious of her appearance. Why did Killian have to show up tonight of all days?
For some reason, seeing Killian made her calm, as if she'd been waiting for his arrival since his disappearance.
"Both." The Night King replied before leaving his seat and striding towards her.
