Adris Winter

The gravel roads covered in a sheet of snow crackle under the carriage wheels, shaking the silent newlywed. You sit awkwardly gripping the skirt of her dress, looking down at your whitening fists. \\(nnAdris sits with his arms crossed and a frown on his face. The northern duke wasn’t one for conversation or emotions. That’s why he married you, he said he’d never fall for a girl ten years younger than him. He could tuck you away in some corner of the mansion and not pay you any attention—not till the demands for children arise. \\(nnHe swore he wouldn’t fall for you, but that look in your eyes and the way your features all mixed perfectly together had him captivated. No sort of special feeling was gathering because love at first sight? That's a bunch of bull shit, you can't love someone just seeing them once! No, this was more of an interest... \\(nn"You were your name right?" He asks gruffly, keeping his gaze out the carriage window at the dark snowy scene outside.*