The door to the suite clicked shut, instantly sealing out the howling wind and the lingering, suffocating tension of the courtyard.
A stone fireplace with cedar logs dominated the small living area. There were two rooms, originally meant for two students to share.
Severine had taken advantage of the incident and had taken the entire room for herself. She knew Killian would come to her.
It was just that the young lord had arrived a day earlier.
Not that she was complaining. On the contrary, she wanted nothing more than to hold him, to spoil him with everything she had.
Although the fireplace was mostly for decorative purposes, it still served its purpose. With a simple spark, the dry timber would catch fire.
Though neither Severine nor Killian had any desire to ignite it.
"Can I ask you something?" Killian said all of a sudden.
