On the way back to the Royal Garden Mansion.
Freya's feet were aching. She had specifically worn a pair of three-inch heels in order to match the dress she was wearing. It was fine when she was just standing in the mansion and watching the events unfold, but now that she had been walking for a while, both of her feet were numb from the pain.
Bradley, who had been following behind her, noticed something was wrong with her. In just a few steps, he overtook her and knelt down before her.
Freya frowned. What is he doing?
"Get on. I'll carry you home."
Bradley's deep voice drifted over to her. As he was bent over, his black shirt was pulled tight across his back, highlighting his perfectly muscular figure.
His back was very broad, giving off a strong sense of safety.
"It's fine. I can st
