Lina couldn't sleep.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't close her eyes. The image of Caelis kissing the back of her hand kept replaying in her mind. Even after several hours had passed, her right hand still felt warm.
And what did he mean when he said, "I will dream of you, my beloved"?
Afraid of disturbing her son's sleep, Lina decided to step outside for some fresh air. She deliberately did not wear a jacket or change into thicker clothing.
It wasn't winter yet, and although the northern night wind was sharp and biting, she would not feel cold thanks to the cold energy flowing through her body.
Once again, the memory of Caelis kissing her hand flashed through her mind, and her cheeks heated up.
Damn. I was the one who wanted to tease him… so why am I the one being cornered?
She was certain that the Northern ruler did not like her—or at least, that had always been her assumption.
So what kind of game was he really playing?
