Drystan had never felt more anxious than he was feeling in those moments when Seraphina was gone.
Would she forgive him?
Would she see that he only wanted to protect his people?
What was she talking to Ilaria about?
And several such thoughts clouded his mind as he sat by the bar, gripping the glass of liquor tightly, and waiting for her.
The rest of the court had left him alone after telling him to have faith in his bond with his wife, knowing that this was a personal moment for their king and queen.
And as Drystan sat in the dimly lit spacious lounge with the wind breezing through him from the window, he wondered if Seraphina hated him for putting the mortals at risk.
"I don't hate you." Came her soft voice from somewhere in the room and his head snapped in her direction and he
