"It feels like an eternity since we ventured north. When will we finally arrive at this City of Winter?" Lavinia grumbled, forcefully swinging open the carriage door.
Stepping out into the snow, her boots sank into the frosty ground. She tightened her coat around herself, the cold air billowing from her lips as she exhaled.
Though she could endure some chilliness at her Tier, the frigidity of these lands was known to be the domain of the ice god, shrouding the region in an eternal wintry veil for reasons unknown to most.
Glancing back, Lavinia noticed Lia, who wore black linen gown, halting her horse and observing Cristian, who had maintained the same steady pace since the outset of their journey.
Other than taking nightly rests, he appeared as relentless as a machine, accompanied by a fluffy fox nestled on his shoulder. Black and two other horses pulled the first carriage, while Lavinia emerged from the second one.