[Leif's POV – Thorenvald Estate, Leif's Chambers]
The gods must really hate me.
That's the only explanation I have for why, out of all possible solutions in the world—snow caves, chicken coops, even building a luxury igloo—Alvar decided that sharing a room with me was the "most logical" option.
Now here I am. Standing in my own chamber. Watching him place his sword neatly by the bedside like this was the most normal thing in the world.
Meanwhile, I'm clutching my pillow like a maiden about to be sacrificed to a dragon.
"I… I can sleep on the couch," I blurted.
He didn't even spare me a glance, just removed his gloves and said flatly, "...And for how many days?" Then, with those cold glacier eyes, he added, "We don't know how long the Crown Prince and Princess Sirella will stay. And you, Leif, sleeping on a couch every night will only get you… back pain."
I trembled.
