Whoooooosh
The chilling wind blew past them, as they rode by.
The snowflakes whirled around in the air, being tossed around by the breeze.
Gabrielle held onto Sir Darce tightly, her hands feeling like ice.
'It's so cold and Ansel has been out here for weeks with no shelter… He must be freezing.'
She started to shiver, her fingers getting stiff from the cold temperatures.
Sir Darce glanced back at her, letting out a sigh.
"Do we need to stop Milady so you can get warm? I don't want you to freeze trying to get to His Majesty."
She tightened her grip around him, shaking her head.
"I'm fine, we need to keep going."
"So stubborn," He muttered, shaking his head, "We've been riding on and off for days and you're always pushing yourself past your limits. His Majesty would have our heads if he saw you in this condition."
