"I hope so..." I murmured quietly. "I hope you're right."
In the end, I just nodded and sighed, trying not to show how I was shaking slightly. The cold was getting stronger, and I involuntarily wrapped my arms around myself, trying to warm up a little.
Hmm?
Suddenly, I felt something soft settle on my shoulders. Warm, thick fabric touched my skin, and I looked up in surprise. The prince's cloak was now draped over my shoulders.
I blinked several times, not immediately realizing what had happened. The fabric still retained his warmth and the faint smell of blood.
Of course, I was taken aback by this and immediately reached out to take it off.
"No, you're wounded!" I said quickly. "You should cover yourself! You mustn't give it to me!"
Richard smiled quietly.
"It's all right," he said calmly. "I can't just sit here and watch you shiver from the cold, can I? Besides... I am a gentleman, after all."
I froze, not knowing what to say for a moment.
