PRIMROSE

Primrose bit down hard on her bottom lip trying to stifle the tears that were now soaking her satin pillow. 

She found it difficult to breathe, as her shoulders shook involuntarily to her sobs. 

She heard him move behind her.

Quickly pressing her palm against her mouth, she bit her lower lip harder to silence her whimper. 

She held her breath, waiting, till she was certain the ice god was back asleep, then she released her lips and continued crying.

Her head began to ...