Helio’s POV
Winter Harvest’s castle rose high in the landscape before us, blue and white with towers glittering with the delicate snowflakes that fell upon them.
Though Aspen had slept the sleep of a completely wrung out, well-sexed woman the night before at the inn, she was now a live wire. Her hands even frosted up a bit as she wrung them in her lap.
I conjured a small amount of warmth and placed my hand over hers. “It will be all right, my love.”
“You keep saying that.” Her breath condensed in a little puff in the air. “But I’m not so sure.”
Today, Aspen wore a different gown, one suitable for travel but not quite a traveling outfit. We were about to go meet royalty, after all. One had to dress the part. She looked as beautiful as ever.
Still, even in all her finery, Aspen seemed
