Aoife hadn’t seen much of Pepin lately. He would come to their room in the early hours of the morning, cuddling her back and stealing the warmth with his cold skin. Whenever Aoife would ask where he had been, his mischievous answer was always, ‘working on a plan, my warrior,”. For the time being, his answer had pacified her. As predicted, winter had come with an unusual vigour. Snow was an everyday occurrence, and Aoife had the men shovelling it off the sands as a warm up activity at the start of training. Luckily, the temperature was so bitter that Aoife’s two winter coats seemed perfectly reasonable, and their true purpose wasn’t suspected at all. Changes were being slowly introduced to the Ludus, the main one being the gate that now separated the gladiator’s rooms from the upstairs

