"B-baby brother?" Islinda almost choked on her saliva, staring at Prince Andre with a foreboding expression. Was he asking for death or what? It was trouble enough not referring to Aldric with his princely title, and yet, his brother, half-brother, dared to call him a " baby" Islinda swallowed, this was bound not to end well
Just as she expected, Aldric's face was gravely dark and it scared her. As if his grim mood was somehow tied to the weather, the intensity of the snowfall increased and the wind picked up at the same time.
Oh no, Islinda's heart jumped to her throat as the wind began to rustle leaves on trees and made them sway from side to side. Her hair whipped around her face and she yelped as her skirt billowed out around her and she quickly straightened it with effort. Thankfully, nothing was exposed, but that had not been one of her finest moments.
