Pushing herself off the bed, she shivered as the absence of the thick blankets made her remember the intense cold from last night and the memories of how her husband had not responded to her. She dismissed the thought as quickly as it came.
She opened the tent and was welcomed by the winter land where everything was white with the sky looking gloomy. The soldiers seemed to be packing their things while the royals sat before a fire where Harry was roasting meat, and Orion glared at him when he first handed Isolde a piece he'd carefully cut out.
"Don't touch my sister, you fool!" Orion gritted as he hit away Harry's hand when he reached out to adjust Isolde's coat after giving her the piece of meat. Orion had noticed how the servant boy had been too familiar with his sister since this morning and he didn't like it.
