The journey was rough and cold. Elizabeth has portalled more than she could count before, but she never felt this sick as if her insides are turning on their own. Perhaps it’s the pregnancy that’s making her sick. She narrowed her eyes at Nikolas when they landed far away from the gate entrance of Dragon’s Lair. She sluggishly walked, and the amount of snow she was stepping on was making her pace slower. She could hardly keep her eyes open and every so often would close them, until a more vigorous breeze would rouse them suddenly. She cursed herself for only wearing a thin fabric of fighting garbs. The cold of winter never bothers, but it was the frostbite she was avoiding. The pain throbbed and at the same time numbed the frostbite which had gotten into her thighs and foot wear, it felt a
