_Challe Fen Challe

The shawl was warm. All fairies were warm, and he told you himself when you, worried, asked him if he was cold and wanted to share a blanket by the fire. But when you learned this, you realized that the human body does not resist as easily as the body of a fairy…

And today has become a wonderful example of this for you.

You were riding in your carriage again with Shalle, Mithril asleep somewhere in the back, and there was only silence in the air, only the distant sound of hooves. It was quite cold, and your clothes did little to protect you from the cold, although Shalle seemed to barely feel the cold, sitting quietly next to you, his arms crossed and his eyes closed.

You almost envied him, frowning at him before focusing on the road again. However, Shal caught the slight tremors you were giving him, and the quiet chattering of your teeth, your jaw shaking in time with your twitches.

"What's wrong? Are you cold?" he suddenly asked, surprisingly concerned about your well-being despite his usual sarcastic remarks. His crystal eyes narrowed as he watched you tense up and come up with some excuse before he finally continued, "If you're going to lie, you might as well come up with a better one."

Before you can respond, he suddenly spreads his legs and moves them slightly apart to make room, "Come here. My body heat will be enough to keep you warm, you can sit on my lap while you drive," Shal offers blankly, watching as your eyes widen in disbelief.

As awkward and intimate as the thought was, you felt like you were going to catch a cold if you stayed like this any longer. You could only grunt before you sat up abruptly, positioning yourself right between his legs, feeling his body envelop you in warmth. It was warm, admit it…

But you can't shake the feeling that haunts you as he squeezes his thighs around your legs, not paying any attention to it given his icy expression.