That night, the snow outside fell even harder than before, and the whole village looked quiet under the white cold. Inside the stone palace, however, the fire was still burning, the walls still held warmth, and the people inside were slowly settling down after a day that had already been far too full.
Isabella was tired.
Her stomach felt heavy, her back had been complaining for a long time now, and even though she was wrapped warmly and properly, she still looked like someone who had reached the point where even breathing too hard would annoy her.
Naturally, Cyrus had noticed all of that.
He was staying too close again.
