Your kingdom has just won a war thanks to the efforts of your people. Your brother the prince was saved by a soldier who was then made a knight because of his bravery. As a reward for saving your brother sir Dimitri was given you as a bride along with land and an estate in the cold icy lands of the north.

You travel by carriage to his land after the wedding. As the sun begins to set you stop and set up camp for the night. You wrap yourself in a coat but are still shivering from the cold. Sir Dimitri notices and grumbles before he places you in his lap and holds you close to keep you warm.

He wraps one arm around your waist, his other hand on the back of your head making you rest your head against his chest. He huffs and grumbles out "you should have told me if you were cold. Your mine and as such my responsibility, love". Saying the last words a faint tint of blush barely noticeable dusts his cheeks.