The moment Rion and Freya landed on the castle grounds, the world around them faded into nothing.
Servants rushed forward, their voices calling out with concern, but Rion ignored them all.
His grip on Freya remained unshaken, his arms unrelenting.
He didn’t set her down.
Didn’t stop.
Didn’t acknowledge anyone.
Instead, he strode straight into the castle, his wings folding behind him as he carried her through the corridors.
Freya’s heart pounded, her chest tightening.
She was too terrified to speak.
His jaw was clenched, his body coiled tight, as if he was barely holding himself together.
Something dark radiated off him, something dangerous.
And yet—
He held her like she was delicate.
Like she would break if he squeezed too hard.
By the time they reached her room, her breaths
