Winter POV
It's been a hard few days, not going to lie, but I've settled into a nice routine of sorts. It's far nicer than being a slave and, apparently, I get paid for it too! Maria sends me on an errand to take out bottled water to the training grounds and I'm more than happy to do it. The sun is shining, there's a cool breeze that makes my hair whip around and the grass is so green and beautiful. It's a perfect day to be outside.
You should be a poet. That sounds so dreamy and romantic.
Stick it Sabriel. Stop making fun of me.
The training grounds aren't far and I try to be unobtrusive, dumping the water and about to turn away when I hear his voice, one that sends shivers down my spine. I hadn't realized he was there.
"What are you doing here?" he asks, sounding aggrieved. As if
