“I do believe that we are simply less acclimated to the weather here.” He glances at me from the corner of his eye. “And yet here you sit, not shivering in the least.” On the contrary, my skin is raised with chills even beneath the thick layers of my gown and cloak, but I would never shiver in public. Even something so small as that innocent gesture could be taken as a sign of weakness when it comes to a widowed queen.
How the fuck did she pull that off? I thought shivering was involuntary?
