The Snow Prince

Icarai, Desalogia, and the Queen returned home at midnight.

Eurydice was still on her carriage. Her eyes were drooping, as she had lacked sleep and a hearty dinner. She had also used a great amount of magic power at the last minute, which caused her body to be even more fatigued.

The navigator in charge of maneuvering the carriage was hesitant to wake the Queen up. The navigator decided to visit the other carriage, where Prince Desalogia was transported. When he peered into his window, the prince was still awake and about to light a cigar.

"What?" the cold, stoic male asked him with an irritated look.

"My prince, could I please trouble you to wake up Her Radiance? She's sleeping, and it is cold outside."

Desalogia huffed and rolled his eyes before exiting his carriage. He headed towards the Queen's transport and peeked to find Her Radiance's vulnerable status. Her head rested on the cushion, her lips agape, and her hair was a bushy mess.

"Where is her room?"

"S-Shall I have Icarai
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