The next day arrived with thick dark clouds hovering above the kingdom of Vamlone like a blanket.
The air was windy as it blew very cold air that could freeze anything it came in contact with and it was soon accompanied by the thick and heavy white snowflakes that started falling.
Regan stirred with a groan from sleeping on the hard dusty floor of the cell room. He stretched his hand in his dreamy state and tried to reach for the duvet to cover his body not knowing he was not in his room.
Unable to touch what he was looking for, he stretched his hand upward now looking for the pillow but still found none.
He frowned, thinking that someone deliberately took away his duvet and pillows that used to be his comfort when sleeping, he shouted as he called the maids in waiting.
