It was that time of the month when the blizzard was welcomed—or not so welcomed. The North was frozen over, cruel and merciless, and anyone unfortunate enough to be seen outside would likely wish for death by freezing rather than endure such biting cold.
Valerie sighed as she stepped out of her chamber. She wondered why Raelyth had not yet returned. The cold was severe, and though she knew he was not human like herself—one who could not withstand the blizzard's fury—her worry persisted all the same.
She was dressed in a satin, mauve-colored nightgown that stopped just above her knees. With one of her books in hand, she descended the stairs toward the sitting room. The castle was warm—very warm and inviting—its air heavy with comfort, the sort that set the perfect mood for a quiet, romantic evening.
