"Does it always snow here?" Madeline asked matter-of-factly, her tone carrying a hint of sharpness.
A small smile graced Draven's lips, but he quickly shifted away from Alba, the red-haired princess whom he was friends with.
"Oh," Alba turned to Madeline.
Either she was just noticing her or deliberately ignoring her presence because of Draven, Madeline pondered, biting her tongue.
"I am Alba. And you are...?" The girl extended her hand towards Madeline, smiling warmly.
Madeline stared at the outstretched hand, noting how Alba's skin seemed almost as pale as the horseman who had opened the door for her. Was it the snow? Why did they all appear so pale? Perhaps it was due to her own tanned complexion that she felt a bit intimidated by their fairness.
"I..." Just as Madeline was about to introduce herself when Draven spoke, saying, "She is my wife."
