HOW MUCH LONGER?
They got engaged.
She was beautiful— fair-skinned, with eyes like ice during winter. Her hair had the perfect touch of red, likened to a dying summer's sun. A quiet kind of beauty that felt both distant and deliberate.
During the ritual, they sat close, but didn’t speak a word. She wore a smile—polite, unreadable—a mixture of cold restraint and something warmer beneath. It puzzled Thane...he wondered what it meant.
He didn’t want this woman, but now that she was his, he might as well try to get to know her, probably like her. Try to be friendly.
“Are you pretending, or are you always this cold?” he asked, leaning slightly towards her.
She giggled softly, her pale cheeks flushing pink. “Are you always this hilarious?” she shot back with a playful face.
He shrugged. S
