Roman had dinner, sent for a maid to heat some water, and bathed in a wooden tub to wash away the winter's chill and snow. Even during his bath, he felt somewhat troubled by the day's events.
Roman, wrapped in his robe, returned to his bedroom and was surprised to discover that the thick fur blanket on the bed was raised up, hiding the body of someone lying across it, but he could see, by the flickering candlelight and the external snow glow, the dark, blood-red hair spread across the pillow.
"Margaret, how come it's you?" Roman said.
"Your Highness, I'm warming your bed," the Scarlet Witch replied.
"But where is Shasta?"
"I talked to her. Today, it's my turn to protect you."
