*Kryzen*
I watched my breath create a white puff as Roy and I stepped out of our vehicle to continue border patrol. Although it was the middle of spring, Winter Forest didn’t seem to abide by timely seasonal changes. Thick blankets of snow still covered the ground, and the air was frigid from the cold.
“I highly doubt we’ll have enemies to worry about in this kind of weather,” I quipped as Roy came up to my side and scanned our surroundings.
Roy gave me a sidelong look, one of his green eyes staring me down with amusement. “Are the sons of top generals normally this impatient?” he wondered aloud.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Not usually,” I said, grinning, not at all bothered by the jab. “It’s more likely that the sons of kings are just patient to a fault.”
Roy just laughed, and I shook my head in wonder.
