Damon couldn’t help but glare at him as they just stayed still until Arya broke the silence by clearing her throat.
Damon pulled her up gently whilst holding her hand like he’d never let go abd drums wouldn’t stop rolling even as they got out of the room.
Walking down to the hall with important officials from different packs all present to watch him crown his Luna.
Arya still can’t tell or say that this was exactly how she felt as she was having a second thought on whether the maid lied to her about Amber just so she could proceed.
As they get closer to the door, she felt stiff and finds herself holding onto his hands tightly that it got Damon’s attention in a way that got him stopping.
“What is going on?” He asked, trying to lift her veil.
“No!, you cannot do that!” Arya cautioned,
