The snow outside was thin and not nearly as deep as the snow in the north was. So far the best thing about being a lady was being able to go outside when she wanted and not being afraid that someone was going to scream at her for it. She used to sneak out for a bit of fresh air and have nightmares about being caught for it. The one time she was caught, she was marked by the man she now spends most of her nights with. Funny how she swore her life would never be what it has become.

Her blood was boiling. The chilly temperatures were nothing...