Jeremy gushed as he ran up to her and embraced her tightly. Natasha took a deep sniff of the sweat and dirt that had accumulated on his shoulders. "You've returned."
After a while, Jeremy cupped her pretty cheeks in his palms and palmed her hair before withdrawing.
"Forgive me for worrying myself sick over you, Jeremy. We were worried that anything had happened to you. "With her eyes fixed on his, Natasha murmured. "I know. On the way back, we were assaulted, and the King was injured. Oh," Jeremy said, explaining. Exactly how is His Majesty the King doing? "Natalie questioned.
"He's doing OK right now; it's all good. "Jeremy disengaged after hearing her reply.
"What's the status of my little one?"
He approached the sleeping infant, who resembled her mother in appearance, and inquired,
