In Glacia, it was cold.

This generally went without saying, what with it being a place with a name that sounded suspiciously like 'glacier' or 'glacial' or even just the French word for 'really fricking cold,' but it was that sort of cold now that indicated that they were just starting to push past Winsol-and-Christmas and into January, and ( Read more... )

Okay, so this wasn't really a Glacian holiday, and Warren needed to explain in small words to Mallory why it was important that he take the day off (even if it didn't match up at all to the Kaeleeran calendar, either), and that Karla also get the day off, and that somebody take the baby for the evening, and could he please do him a favour and ( Read more... )

Warren frowned as he read the letter one more time. This was apparently not a great week for receiving mail, though he had to at least give Mallory credit this time around. The Court Steward had marched into his office and put the letter into his hand personally, insisted that he was delivering it within minutes of its delivery, in fact, he'd held ( Read more... )

Some days, Warren found himself drowning in paperwork. Some days, he walked into his office to be faced with a stack of petitions to Glacia's Consort that was so high he was pretty sure he would never see the bottom ( Read more... )

Warren was going to have to have words with the Estate's gardener.

... Well, okay, granted, it was his own fault for flubbing the landing. He'd picked a tree branch that was perhaps not sturdy enough to hold the weight of a grown man, even if his bones were hollow, and it had snapped underfoot, sending him toppling through several more branches ( Read more... )

Being Consort to the Queen of a Territory in the wake of a war was tiring work. Being the landen Consort, who was just as interested in the well-being of the Territory's non-Blood population as he was in the affairs of the Blood themselves, was extra exhausting. The week had been filled with paperwork and appointments, negotiating fairer exchange ( Read more... )

Between the multiple days of Winsol being celebrated by the Blood of Kaeleer, and the fact that Christmas was pretty much upon them now, it had been a hectic week leading up to tonight. Warren hadn't really expected a Christmas celebration on top of all of the festivities of Winsol, no, but Karla had insisted, and so he was going to make certain ( Read more... )

Well. Warren hadn't had a good back-and-forth frustrated prowl around a room in months. Of course, Warren usually didn't let himself get to the point of pacing and grumbling to himself. It was bad form. Hell, it was rude, which was why Warren had excused himself from the function tonight that saw one of the less gilt rooms in the estate full of ( Read more... )

That morning they had walked. The landens had handled the move, taking care of packing up camp, of leading the march. They'd carried the wounded through the snow, and had scouted ahead until the Blood that were travelling with them had started to behave more like themselves.

And then, on the Consort's orders, they'd travelled farther still, until ( Read more... )

It wasn't quite the thick of a Glacian winter just yet, but there was just enough chill in the air that getting to climb into a warm bedroll with someone to cuddle up to was one hell of a luxury, these days. There was snow on the ground out there, it was windy enough tonight that the walls of the tent rippled, and Warren actually found himself ( Read more... )