The prince, still somewhat groggy from his sleep and the troubled dreams of the last evening simply scowled at her as he passed. He rubbed his chin as his frown deepened, the normally clean-cut beard, trimmed to a picturesque perfection had grown out a bit, softening the angular lines that lent to a look of crispness he so enjoyed. Kendrick's feet crunched in the snow as he made his way to the campfire, the little blaze burning bright and hot despite...

He looked around curiously, realizing that no one else had awakened yet, except the woman. Icy blue eyes fixated on her as he tried to will away his sleepiness. Had he invited any of the court ladies on this expedition? His brow furrowed as he dragged the memories back to mind. No, he'd remember that. And no lady would trouble herself with relighting a fire in this cold, much less wear nothing but a dress in it. The prince subconsciously let his hand fall to his belt, where the hilt of his sword would have been had he been dressed for the day. Feeling nothing but the cloth of his bedclothes seemed to unnerve him slightly, though it did shake off whatever hold sleep still had on him. Sobered and serious, he called out to the stranger, "Who are you?" His features hardened and she could see the agitation and aggression rising within him, even if it was only by detecting the heat rising in his body. "Where is the [b]dragon[/b]? If you've taken her..." he growled, fists balled as he started to close the gap between them...