Chapter 58. Get down!

Doris furrowed her brows and looked down at her hands. It was terrifying to be alone with him for so long, but somewhere along the journey she felt that fear slip away. Even with his unpredictable moods, she felt fine being near him. Almost used to it by now.

"I just wonder how long it will take to get there." Doris said without lifting her gaze.

"It depends on how many detours we have to take. As long as we're not digging through the snow for a useless book or getting mauled by the rouges, we should get there any day now."

Doris blushed furiously. She felt silly for ever wanting to delay their trip to look for the book but he was just as rude about it. "Have you ever traveled the north?" She asked. His fingers played at the hem of the curtains as he gazed out into the snow.

"No. I've only ever heard stories. My father would have never allowed it when I was younger, even when he didn't care what I did."

"I heard a few messengers were-"

"Wait.