Primrose was shivering so badly that her teeth were clicking nonstop. She had already tried hugging herself, rubbing her hands together, even curling into a ball, but the cold clung to her like a stain on a dirty plate.
It was so bitterly cold that, in the end, she couldn't help but throw herself into Edmund's arms before hypothermia attacked her.
"H-how can the air be this cold?" Primrose clung to him tightly, as if trying to melt into his body just to find warmth.
The carriage was still moving, as the soldiers were doing their best to find a safe spot to set up camp.
Thankfully, the coachman had slowed down the pace to prevent too much cold wind from seeping through the carriage's ventilation.
"This region is a bit special," Edmund said, wrapping her tightly in his arms and pulling her inside his large fur coat. "Unlike other places, the land around Moonshadow City and its surroundings is rather unique."
