She eyed him with a raised eyebrow. Crossing her arms, Bracken tilted her head towards the cot. "And where am I supposed to sleep? Beside you?" Her voice was cold. Bitter. The man certainly looked charming enough, but under that facade he was probably like the Lords. Vain. Entitled.

The young woman looked away. Really, she had no other options. If that was what this man wished ... Her hands inched to the hem of her furs, tugged at the fabric. Soft skin burst out into bumps when cold air hit. She eyed him as she exposed a bit more, up to her belly button. Would he tell her to stop? Was he different? Really?