Besides not wanting to leave Katarin, he had a terrible hangover from the wine. 'Oh, Myrmidia, Ursen, Sigmar, and the rest of thene gods be damned' grunted Mikhail, as got out of bed and started to dress. I have to be at court this morning, every morning these days it seems' sighed Katarin. He knew this could not last forever and he wanted to enjoy every second he could with her. He had traveled much of the Old World and seen some of the rest and had never met a woman like Katarin. They can't see you here, or me like this.' 'The sun is already up and my ladies will be here soon. 'Call my Miguel, that is the name I go by.' 'Wake up, Mikhail, wake-up!' Katarin said as loudly as she could in whisper.

Katarin is usually thought of as a very remote and aloof figure, but you get a glimpse of what she might have been really like underneath the cold exterior in the Ambassador Chronicles. that the Storm of Chaos was turned back, the Old World didn't fall, and WHFB didn't collapse into AoS(hit). It is premised on the fluff set out in Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay i.e. OK, so I've really gone overboard on this whole Kislev business and now have an idea for a story about Katarin, the Ice Queen of Kislev.

Katarin the ice queen