Now wrapped in the arms of her captor, Seraphina was willing to admit (and only in the confines of her mind) that perhaps it had not been a good idea to try running away in this weather dressed in nothing more than a hospital gown. Without the rapid surge of adrenaline that had fuelled her earlier impulsive act, the cold had quickly set in. Seraphina was used to low temperatures, after all she had lived on a mountain with a tip that pierced above the clouds, but the weather in the Voided Lands was different. The wind's icy fingers wrapped around every inch of her, chilling the marrow in her bones.
Now the cold was kept at bay only by King Caligo’s body heat.
The princess couldn’t remember the last time she had been carried by anyone. It had definitely been when she was a baby, but certa
