"The winds are not sounding good." He pointed towards the clouds. "Look at them. There is turbulence there."
"A blizzard is coming this way!"
"That would be better."
What did he mean? Even though Anastasia was too sleepy by now, she couldn't help wondering why a blizzard would be better than anything. She closed her eyes. Perhaps she was too tired after riding non-stop for so long. Her limbs felt weak.
"Anastasia, you have yawned for the tenth time," he said. "Why don't you go off to sleep?" They shouldn't have ridden for so long, he supposed.
She rubbed her neck. "I am not used to this kind of journey."
"I know, princess." Ileus held her tightly against his chest. "Just sleep, okay? I am here."
With a weak smile at his assurance, she slumped against his chest and immediately fell off to sleep, knowing that he was there… for her...
