The snow cascaded upon the tents, and soldiers busied themselves with shoveling the ice from the roofs to prevent the tents from caving in.
Lambert rolled to his side and sat on the edge of his bed, the blankets slid off his body to reveal his muscular chest that bore no shortage of scars.
His breath came out in cold streams, yet his body revealed not a trace of the cold's bite.
He combed his short blond hair with his hand and moved the other in the direction of the cage in the corner of his tent.
His fingers twisted and the lock on the cage snapped open, "Help me strap on my armour girl," he said narrowing his eyes upon the figure of the shaking blond girl.
She was a beauty but a little too young for his taste, as for the other one he didn't even bother paying her a glance she was already broken.
As the seconds passed no movement followed.
