The atmosphere was calm in Cregan’s chambers, the crackle of the burning embers in the fire breaking the silence. You laid in his arms, nestled against the right side of his chest while his hand gently stroked up and down your bare back. You could hear his heartbeat with your head on his chest, the sound soothing.

Cregan noticed your body trembling ever so slightly, and looked down at you. “You’re shaking, are you cold?” He asked, eliciting a hum from you. “A little…” You answered in a slightly dismissive tone. Shifting his free arm, he grabs his cloak from the floor nearby and draped it over you to cover your body.

You snuggle further into his side, pulling the cloak closer. You had always loved his cloak; it smelt of a mix of him, snow and pinewood. “I love the smell of this…” you murmur, a chuckle leaving Cregan’s lips. “You do?” He asked, his tone laced with amusement. He pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head. “Good…” he murmured.