Heat

Clad in a thick fuzzy grey cloak, Ophelia walked side by side with Nikolai who was elegantly donned in a black long coat that was crafted from icy-bright thread. Their footsteps were coordinated, making a loud impact on the marble floor and a smooth echo in the hallway. All eyes of the stationed guards and working maids were on them as they walked past them, despite the fact that they were expected to bow their heads and avoid making full eye contact.

There was a dragoness walking alongside their future Alpha as if they were equals, so of course they had to gape in disbelief. After all, Wolves and Dragons at war.

As soon as they left the castle, Ophelia shuddered and stopped walking because of how cold the weather was even with a cloak on. She sighed deeply in discomfort as her lips pursed.

"This cloak isn't doing me any good." She muttered as she encircled her body with her arms, to warm herself up.