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days away from the fifth moon of the Harvest year. We must be through the gates of Drahcir to fulfill the curse.”  
    He sighed and started walking again. “You are no’ telling me anything I doona already know. We doona have much of a choice, no’ with the Tnarg having found us already. Time isna on our side, but I’ll fight it.”  
    “As will I,” she vowed. “No one else has waited this long to return. I cannot help but worry.”  
    He couldn’t either, but he wouldn’t add to hers by admitting it. “We’ll make it.”  
    “Yes, of course.”   She wiped at her face to remove the snowflakes from her eyelashes.  
    Keiran glanced at his mate, eager to know more about her, but already enjoying what he had seen. She was frightened out of her wits, frozen solid, unsure if she would see the morrow, but she kept her faith in him.  
    He couldn’t—and wouldn’t—let her down.  
     

 
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
    Senga tried to clench her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering, but nothing worked. She could no longer feel her fingers, and though she knew Keiran held her hand, she couldn’t feel his.  
    Her boots had long since been soaked from the snow, making it impossible for her to move her toes or feel anything even with the thick wool stockings. She stumbled so many times she had lost count, but always Keiran was there to steady her.  
    She silently cursed the weight of her skirts as they became hampered and soaked in the thick snow. How she wished for a fire, a warm bed, and a hot meal. The people of Drahcir took their mild climate for granted, but never again would Senga make that mistake. If she made it back home.  
    It was easier than she expected to say farewell to the village she had lived in for four years. If it wasn’t for Keiran and their future together, she could have easily lived her life in the small, sleepy town. The people were good and decent, but it wasn’t Drahcir.  
    It wasn’t home.  
    She missed the magic and the majesty of Drahcir. She missed seeing the imposing structure of the palace high above them where the towers mingled with the clouds, and the beautiful blue stones that lined the road.  
    Most of all, she missed her family.  
    “Senga!”  
    She jerked her head to Keiran. “What is it?”  
    “I’ve been calling your name. Are you all right?”  
    “Aye.”  
    “Liar,” he said with a smile. “I’m frozen.”  
    She chuckled despite herself. “I can’t feel my feet or my hands. And I don’t even know if my nose is still attached or not since I quit feeling that long ago.”  
    “It’s still there.” He winked at her, warming her from the inside. “Tell me about yourself.”  
    She shrugged as they moved to more packed snow, giving her aching legs a break. “There’s nothing to tell really. I was no one special in Drahcir.”  
    “I doona believe that.”  
    A smile pulled at her chapped lips. “It’s true.”  
    “I’d never have noticed you before I left if you hadna been special.”  
    His words warmed her heart. “You noticed me?”
    “Oh, aye.   You were the last thing I saw before I walked through the gates.”
    “My family owns a horse farm,” she said.   “We always had coin but had to work for it.   We’re not nobles, just a hard working family who has a love of horses.”  
    “As if it matters if you’re nobility or no’. There have been very few instances where any prince of Drahcir has returned with a royal mate. As soon as we claim you, you’re royal.”  
    “And my family? Will they be an embarrassment to you?”  
    He shook his head. “No’ at all, though as far as I know, no’ a single Sinclair has married a member of Drahcir. There will be some differences, but I doona see how that matters.”  
    She sighed. Until that moment, she hadn’t realized how fearful of his answer she had been.  
    “What is your family like?” he asked.
    She inhaled the frigid air and felt it freeze her lungs.