Chapter Eighty-Three.
Fitz smiled at his stunning angel as they walked out of the ice palace. They’re feet scrunched on the gravel peppered with snow as they skirted the outside of the imposing building.
“You look stunning. Every inch the perfect queen you are,” he breathed.
Eliza felt the heat rise on her cheeks at his compliment. Nervous excitement swirled in her stomach, knowing what they were about to do. She trembled slightly, as the chill of the air nipped against her skin.
“It is a warm day. Usually. However, it is cold compared to Neutraliss,” Fitz smiled, noting his mate’s nervousness through their bond, and wanting to take her mind off what they were about to engage in.
“Would you like one of my snow pelts?” he offered.
Eliza immediately shook her head.
“Thank you, bu
