Ruslan was fatigued. Maybe it was still the remaining of the poison in his blood stream, but he was more tired than his normal capacity was. He was still holding Rosamund closer to his chest. His body was the only source of warmth for both of them. Aleksander was still quiet, his tail between his legs as he lay down, looking sadly at Rosamund. As much as Ruslan wanted to torture Rosamund, he just couldn’t do it. Rosamund snuggled more into his chest, sighing contently from the warmth against the cold wind that had started to pick up speed. Ruslan was truly lost. What was he to do now? Did he even have any choice but to do anything anymore? No matter what it was, everyone was probably well aware of the fact that Rosamund had stabbed him. His fellow fairies that protected Jamoil and Karkonz
