Selma Payne's POV:
It was so cold.
In a daze, I curled up into a fetal position to resist the bone-piercing cold.
'Where's the blanket? Why can't I feel the blanket?'
I couldn't feel the blanket's warmth anywhere, so I opened my eyes reluctantly...
What had just happened?
My sleepiness instantly dissipated. I looked at the white world in front of me and had the illusion that I was still asleep.
Why was it snowing in my room?
"You're finally awake. I thought I was going to freeze to death in the middle of summer with you," said Maxine in a faint voice.
I found a coat from the closet covered in snow and put it on. I shivered and asked, "What's going on? The palace was attacked?"
"I don't think so. Rather, you were the attacker."
"What?"
