“I wish I could believe that.”
The wind picked up, causing them both to shiver.
“Come on,” said Ludwig, “let’s race. At least it will keep us warm.”
By the time they reached the keep, they were both sweating profusely. The situation was made worse as they"d had to deal with cold wind against sweat-soaked clothing, making it seem even more frigid.
Ludwig led her up into the keep while servants took their horses. It didn’t take long to find a lit fireplace, and then they stripped off their outer garments, accepting blankets to ward off the chill. Charlaine was shivering as Ludwig placed another blanket around her shoulders.
“You weren’t kidding when you said the keep was cold,” she said.
A servant entered, bearing a tray with two cups. “A nice, hot mulled cider for you, Lord.”
“Thank
