The snow storm had passed,

Aria stirred awake on the bed, her eyes fluttered opened and she groaned slightly.

Light poured in fragmented bursts through the snow-covered windows. Aria turned her head over to the hearth and frowned. Sometime during the night, the embers had burned out. The room wasn’t cold though. Aria’s heart still felt warm, something deep within her was lighting up, and she knew that it wasn’t going to die out.

She moved again and tried to shift back but stopped. ...