Forget about sex, Primrose didn't even want to move. All she wanted was to stay hidden under a mountain of blankets.
The tent had been packed with thick layers of blankets, but the cold was far too stubborn, clinging to her even more fiercely after the sun had set.
Thank goodness the tent was made from heavy, insulated fabric, otherwise, she might've frozen out there.
Clearly, Edmund's earlier belief that his wife could handle Moonshadow's cold had been a little too optimistic.
"Once we're inside the city, the temperature will go up significantly," Edmund said gently as he held the cup of hot chocolate to her lips, helping her take a sip.
Unlike the outer roads leading to Moonshadow, the streets inside the city were built much thicker.
Beside that, ever since Edmund became king, he had even asked several fire-element sorcerers from the magic tower to plant enchanted stones beneath the city's ground to keep it warm.
So he was confident that his wife would feel better soon.
