For the thousandth time since I let Soren into my room, he sighed loudly and let out a small grumble. I had been tempted to ask him what the problem was when he sighed the third time but Soren was a talker. If I asked him what the problem was, he would end up talking my ears off.
He grumbled again, sending a flare of irritation through me. I tossed angrily in bed to face him. He lay on the floor, his lips puckered out as he stared at me with bright green eyes.
"What is the problem?" I gave in. I couldn't stand his constant sighing and little noise anymore.
"It's cold," he complained. I would have smothered him with the pillow if he wasn't a prince.
"So?" I snapped. "Endure it. This isn't a vacation"
"The snow was much warmer and softer," he scoffed.
Against my better judgement, I shi
