Bai Yuyan hated winter roads, but she refused to dwell on it.
Sure, it made the land stretch out further. Sure, it made everything more dangerous as the ice hid beneath the fresh snow, promising injury if you put a single foot wrong, or death if that person was really unlucky.
The entire world around her was bleak and grey, but she had to press forward. She wasn't going to leave her husband alone in Daiyu… not with the look on his face when he talked about that bitch.
Her captain of the guards rode half a length ahead of her, his cloak pulled tight around him as his eyes moved from ditch to treeline and back again. Six riders formed a moving shell around her palanquin: another eight scouted in sweeps, making sure that there was nothing even remotely dangerous around them.
