As the others disappeared into the distance, Esme knew more troubles were heading their way after this. If Donovan and his people linger around here, surely the king would do something to strike back, but at least, they were wise enough to leave without causing problems for now.
Letting out a sigh, Esme's strength gave way, and her knees sank into the snow. But before she could fully brace herself against the cold, strong arms suddenly swept her up, and she found herself held securely against Donovan.
The suddenness of his touch sent her heart racing as he lifted her in princess style, and his closeness made her catch her breaths.
His voice, deep and steady, broke the silence between them, and it was accompanied by the sound of his boots crunching the snow.
"Why do you keep collapsing to the ground when you could lean on me instead?" His question was direct, and Esme felt warmth creep up her cheeks, whilst she lowered her gaze, her pulse fluttering.
