Leon’s POV
For so reason, the wind and the ice were getting colder by the minute—so cold it felt like the air was creeping under my clothes and sinking into my bones. It wasn’t just normal winter chill either. It was the kind that pricked at my skin like thousands of tiny blades, the kind that made you exhale and see your breath swirling around your face like smoke from a dying torch. The sky overhead, which had been a weak pale blue earlier, was now swallowed by a blanket of thick gray clouds, sprawling across the horizon like a massive bruise. The whole place looked dimr, almost like soone twisted the brightness knob of the world and dragged it way too far down.
"It looks like there will be a coming snowstorm," Amon said, her tone flat but her eyes narrowing with that quiet alertness she always had.
"It looks like it," I answered, even though the obviousness of it almost made want to laugh. There was no way anyone could look at this sky and not think sothing dangerous was coming.
Right now, everything in the air, every gust of freezing wind, every tremor of nature pointed to one thing—a snowstorm was brewing, and judging from how the atmosphere itself seed to be darkening with every passing breath, this wasn’t going to be so gentle dusting of snowflakes. This was going to be the kind of storm that could tear through a forest, shake the mountains, and make people pray to every deity they could think of.
I an, why else would the middle of the day look like early dusk?
"Sirion," soone called out.
Agneis approached us, her expression softening into sothing that honestly looked out of character for her—genuine apology. Her posture even dipped a bit, the slightest bow of guilt weighing down her usual confidence. She really didn’t expect this storm either.
"I didn’t think a great snowstorm would co barging in this ti of year," she said, voice carrying this mix of regret and irritation at herself. "If I had known, I wouldn’t have let you stay out here for as long as you intended."
"It’s fine," I said calmly, though a part of wondered just how normal this level of cold was for this region. "But this storm feels particularly strong. Are you sure this kingdom will hold out?"
Agneis smirked instantly—as if my question was so kind of adorable, clueless comnt she had been waiting to make fun of. It wasn’t a cruel smirk, though. More like one of those Really? You’re asking that? faces.
"Of course," she said with pride dripping from every word. "Who do you think we are? We’ve survived millenniums in this place. Naturally, we can survive sothing this easy. And don’t worry. Our houses are built to endure any climate. We made them with every kind of disaster in mind."
Honestly, she wasn’t wrong. They were master artisans. If anyone knew how to make a building survive a beating, it was them. They treated architecture the way so people treated religion—with complete devotion. So yeah... it made sense. I probably didn’t have anything to be nervous about.
"For now, enjoy your stay," Agneis continued. "I don’t plan to have a guest die on my territory. And Solaris wouldn’t be able to stomach the idea that soone she clearly cares about died in a snowstorm here. She would go to war against . I can’t risk that right now. So I’m asking you to stay at my place."
"The castle?" I asked.
"Nope. My place," she shot back confidently, as if she already knew I’d react that way.
***
Her place was... honestly far from what I expected from a dwarf. Or from anyone, really.
The ceiling was unbelievably high—towering so far above us that it made feel like a small speck in a giant’s hall. The columns rose from floor to ceiling, five tis her size, crafted with such precise symtry that I almost wondered if she’d wrestled the stone into shape with her bare hands. The walls were carved with designs that looked ancient—patterns swirling and looping with the kind of artistry that made my eyes linger even when I didn’t an to. It was like walking into a shrine that had lived through countless generations.
And then... there were the paintings.
Paintings of her.
Incredibly detailed ones too—so detailed they looked nearly photographic. Every stroke, every shade, every tiny highlight looked like a captured mont frozen in ti.
And in every painting... she was naked.
"A woman from our village always drew naked," she said with a casual shrug. "It’s good, right?"
"Yup," I responded because honestly, what else was I supposed to say? The painting wasn’t just good—it was ridiculously accurate. Even the details of her nipples were so precise that I couldn’t help but compare them to the quick peek I’d gotten earlier when the wind decided to play with her tiny clothes. It matched. Perfectly.
"You can look all you want," Agneis said with a teasing smirk. "But it’s not really smart to stare at a replica when the real one is standing right in front of you, you know?"
She was definitely teasing —and she was damn good at it too. Even though she was a dwarf, the aura she gave off was insanely seductive. It clung to her like invisible smoke that kept swirling around , pulling my attention no matter how hard I tried to focus elsewhere.
She walked ahead, and of course my eyes followed. The sway of her hips wasn’t exaggerated, but there was a subtle, deliberate rhythm to it. She didn’t have a large, curvy ass, but there was just enough shape to make it distracting. And she knew exactly what she was doing.
Honestly, if she wanted to fuck, I wasn’t going to say no. Though at this point, I wasn’t even sure if I was capable of holding out.
As I continued exploring her ho, I realized just how much detail she poured into everything. Decorations, carvings, the way the furniture was placed—it all reflected her personality. And then there was a statue. A life-sized statue of her. Naked. Again.
Actually, on second thought, everything here was her naked.
"You look really aroused, Sirion," she suddenly said, her voice cutting smoothly through my thoughts.
When I turned to her—
She was naked.
Completely naked. Not even a tiny scrap of cloth. Just bare skin and confidence.
"Why are you naked suddenly?" I asked, though my brain was half-frozen, half-burning.
"Well, this is my place," she said, as if that explained everything. "There’s nothing more comfortable than being naked in your own ho. Technically, I’m always naked. But I still have the sha of the Queen, which is why I put on the clothes I usually wear."
So basically, she only wore clothes because of her title, not because she actually cared. Makes sense considering her clothes were already so small it was almost codic that she bothered wearing them.
"And right now," she continued, her expression turning mischievous and seductive, "I’m testing your patience, Sirion. If you manage to hold out during the winter storm, then I’ll allow you to take to bed. You can’t do anything with any of your girls. Basically, you can’t have an orgasm. If you manage that, you can have this heavenly body of mine, and you can do whatever you want with it. If you manage that... I am yours."
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