It had been consuming Guinevere's mind also on who was the one chasing after the other. Was hard to deny that she wasn't trying to get close to Thaddeus. Wouldn't be playing the game if she didn't have an interest. The King himself seemed to of taken a liking to her. Why else would he be so inclined to join her in the little game of predator and prey. At least that is what she conjured up from all his smiles and little statements. Now he seemed to be inviting her into his own abode. With a statement that brought Guinevere back to her senses.

Guinevere had complete forgotten about the frost pricking against her legs. She quickly came up with an excuse if needed. Would say she couldn't tell. They were to numb to feel the cold. When really it only made Guinevere realize how cold she truly was. Her coat was half off and she was in a skirt, making her vulnerable to the cold air. So the fire easily won her over, not Thaddeus, the fire. "That would be grand seeing as you aren't doing the trick, your Highness." she said poking fun at his icy skin. With a much less hesitant and rather hostile reaction Guinevere draped her arm around his, just like how a lady should if she was being escorted. When Guinevere couldn't be the warrior she became the lady, just not a proper one yet.