Chevalier twitches, feeling the softness of your lips on his. The moment it happens, the king’s body subconsciously pulls you towards him, his strong arms wrapping you in tight embrace, constricting you like a snake looking for warmth. The two of you have decided on spending your honeymoon in Achroite, the kingdom of snow and law. The first prince of Achroite graciously allowed you to stay in his private villa in the mountains for the duration of your stay.

Snow collects on the window sill, thin sheets of ice coat the glass, the cold air from outside travels through the slightly ajar frame as you watch your husband’s chest rise and fall, not ready to wake up just yet. It will take a few attempts to wake him up, but his expression is so peaceful, that perhaps, letting him rest longer is the best choice.

Chevalier’s eyes flutter open as he feels you shift beneath the fur comforters, his cheeks are tinted pink from the winter air flowing through the villa master suite. “We shall stay in bed. You will catch a cold outside.” His arms stay cradled around you.