In front of the flames of the huge fireplace in the prince's quarters, Nichol and Kira were sitting on the rug, wearing nothing but a woolen blanket. They were excited, laughing idly, and slightly drunk, considering the two jars of sweet wine completely empty beside them. It was mid-afternoon, Nichol was supposed to be in the courtyard training with his soldiers, but a snowstorm caused the training to be suspended. He spent the day with Kira, who also didn’t go to the village because of the snow. Even with the windows closed and two fireplaces lit, the room remained cold, but they spared no effort to keep each other warm.
- What do you mean houses don't have bathtubs in the Continental City!? - Kira asked, laughing and completely shocked.
- It’s true! - he laughed - If you want to bathe,
