Duron was excited, joy grew in his heart, he was finally going to bring his bride home. He just could not wait to behold her beautiful face once again. The last three days without her had been t*****e for him as he could see her everywhere, smelt her everywhere, he couldn’t even concentrate on anything as his mind was clouded with her thoughts and his brain was intoxicated with her memories.
Just like the day he had gone to take her as his wife, he dressed gorgeously again. Duron smiled at himself in the mirror.
He was satisfied by the look of him dressed in a purple and golden garment. He looked great indeed. The thoughts of why he had to take Davina back to her parents’ house crossed his mind and for a reason, he could not decipher, his heart began to beat in fear.
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