She chuckled. “I wouldn’t think that you would. In fact, I’d be worried if you did.” She hugged her knees and sighed. “What are we going to do when it warms up? I can lay in the snow then.”
"I’ll stick you in the freezer." He grunted, leaning forward to rest his chin on his knees.
She chuckled and plopped next to him. “Good. I don’t think I’d like to go through that again.” She held up her hands and looked at them. Red streak ran over her palms. Glancing over at him, she smiled. “Told you the snow was wonderful.”
"I still don’t understand the likeness of it." The man shook his head, probably because he was preferable for the warmer climate of things. Winter just never really set right with the man.
She smiled. “Is this the part where I say, ‘Hm, let me think about it?’ Well, I did think about it, and of course I accept.” She stood and brushed the snow from her dress. “When shall I start, Your Majesty?”
"Immediately." He turned away from the woman for a moment, walking beside her before sitting down in the snow.
She leaned up and looked at him, surprised he honored any of that request. With a brow raised, she propped herself up on her arms as she sat in the snow. “So you’re telling me, Your Majesty, that all you ask of me is to stay in your bed?” She smiled. “Come now, there must be more to it. Do I tend to you? Take care of your health and meals, prepare you for the day. There is much more that goes into it, I should think.”
"Clean the area, tend to me when I request of it, and whatever else you see fit to the position. Do you accept?" He glanced down at her, noticing every change in her expression.
"If it were no object to you, let’s see." She looked up to the sky and pursed her lips, as if in thought. "I’d like to keep you cool at night, personal bed buddy. Go to the library and read a bit, to keep myself abreast of what’s happening in the world…" She looked back at him and dropped the silliness. "And then I think I’d like for you to teach me how to fight like you do. I don’t want to be a silly woman who can be bought for fear of the sword. I want to be a soldier. Defend myself."
"So you want to be my ice, but also a solider." The king stared at her for a while. Honestly, they did allow women to fight along their ranks, but it seemed almost too silly of a request at times. "You are allowed to do the first part of that request. The second, however, will need to be shown over time that you can do it.”
She crossed her arms and soaked the cold in. “I don’t know. What would you like me to do?”
"I honestly don’t know where I’d put you." He glanced down at her, raising his brows. "What would you like to do?"
"I would like to not have to work with Tatiana anymore." She looked up at him. "I would like to do something else."
"Like what?" He asked, knowing that the bitter woman remaining inside wouldn’t be a problem to relieve the girl of.
She smiled up at him. “Have I gained you favor, Your Majesty? I’d like to make a request, and I’d rather know now if it would be worth making.”
"What’s your request?" He glanced down at her, his footing just next to her waistline.
Laying back, she looked up at the sky. “You should come join me, you know!” she called, quickly remembering where she was. “It’s rather pleasant, You Majesty.”
"If you say so." The man sighed, debating his chances again before walking over to the side. Stretching up, he stood over her and glanced down. Not having a strong compelling notion to lay in the snow, he smirked.
She looked at him for a moment before smiling wide and taking off. Throwing herself into the snowdrift, she rolled around and laughed, yelling a very loud thank you.
He couldn’t help but allow a grin to pass his lips at the mere sight of it. It was probably the widest smirk he had seen from the woman in the year he’s kept her. Surprisingly, he was surprised that he didn’t allow himself to see this before.