Not bright. Not gentle. White like a blizzard slapped us across the face.
Snow everywhere.
Ice everywhere.
Cold that bit through skin and spirit.
My teeth instantly started grinding like I was chewing guilt for breakfast. "What the actual— I DID NOT PACK WINTER CLOTHING!" I screamed into the void.
Even Chubby let out a tiny gasp. "CHILLY."
Jin sneezed.
The ten elves all shivered in elegant misery.
And Sir Alex… Well, he did the stupid, handsome knightly thing.
Without a word, he shrugged off his knight jacket—thick, warm, lined with fur—and draped it over my shoulders. "You'll freeze," I protested, voice already trembling.
"I'll manage."
Of course he said that. Like he was built from sacrifice and dramatics.
Sir Alex was visibly cold—his breath forming frosted clouds, his armor glittering with snowflakes—but he still adjusted the jacket around me, as if making sure not even the wind could bother me.
Why was he like this?! Ugh. Men written by women.
