I made a small fire in the cottage, warming up the air. My eyes fell on the sleeping figure of my mate, curled so perfectly on the bed. I couldn't help but move closer to the bed. I grabbed some woolen sheets and spread them over her body.

I sat on the bed, watching her asleep. She was beautiful. So beautiful that it caused my eyes to sting with tears. Even in her sleepy state, I could see the angry folds of her brows and the dark circles around the skin of her eyes from way too ...