The cold was too much for her.
Why did the cold bother her? No other person was shivering.
Her eyes kept darting to the warm cloak of the man seated beside her.
The warmth radiating from him was soothing - she needed more.
The rain increased in intensity, pouring down mercilessly on everything beneath it.
The windows of the carriage had been shut to keep out the stray rain drops, but it unfortunately couldn't keep out the cold.
The carriage rider was still steering them towards shelter.
She imagined herself in his position and shuddered. The rain would've killed her with its icy touch if she'd been the one riding the carriage.
"You're freezing." Andon noticed first.
Yeren turned to her as if just realising that she was seated beside him.
"You can sit with me. I have plenty of warmth to share." Andon said, winking at the King.
Yeren glanced at him. She couldn't see the expression on his face, but she saw Andon grin in response.
