I was raised in the harshest of winters, yet my excuse to remain outside in minus temperatures dropped once the chill seeped beneath my skin and into my bones. Reluctantly, I finally return to my palace, my hand in the crook of Eryx's arm, playing my part in this game we are playing. I didn't mind the walk, as quiet as it was, undisturbed, with my mind and body frazzled from the day's events.
Unlike the blue tint to my lips and the shivers skittering along my body, Eryx, a Prince born under the sun I know not much about, walked beside me, surprisingly unaffected this evening by the sharp drop in temperature. Perhaps he is using one of those enchanted gems to remain warm, or perhaps his wolf's fur has thickened, adapting to the weather here. Does he look a little bigger?
