While the two were busy in their own little sanctuary, outside, the snow continued to drift lazily through the frozen hedges, entirely oblivious to the heavy, carnal heat building behind the glass windows.
Princess Liora stepped fully through the gap in the foliage, her vibrant golden eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity as she offered a bright, un-royal grin to the two common children.
"Hello! I'm Liora, and this is my cousin Lucius. We heard the sound of a sword from the path. Are you practicing for the vanguard?"
The young girl, who had just been laughing at Bellard a moment prior, instantly froze. Her name was Betty.
Though the people of the North treated the royals with a grounding normalcy, she wasn't entirely foolish; the immaculate, silver-threaded embroidery along Liora's dark fur mantle and the polished crest on Caspian's cloak screamed high nobility.
And of course, who in the North wouldn't know of the Duke's son, when he had similar features to his Father.
