Wren lifted her head, startled by the voice. Her blue eyes quickly landed on the pale stocky stallion, never having seen his breed before, was instantly curious. Where had someone like him come from; here in this frigid place? The delicate mare had never been somewhere so cold and wondered if it was something she could ever get use to.


“J-just p-p-peachy.” She replied sarcastically between chattering teeth. Being as she shivered so hard, she wasn’t sure how anyone could ever ask if she was okay. Wren supposed other than being cold and her eyes burning from the salt water during her swim, was was technically okay. Even if she was hurt though, it would probably be too cold and numb to feel.


“Might I ask for some place warmer, King Liland?” She asked, not sure if she was allowed to ask such questions or not. Why would a King be here anyways; shouldn’t a lacky be the one patrolling while he stayed warm with his harem? Clearly things here different here than the place she had escaped. Wren would have to wait and see if that was better or worse.
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