Arriving at the hall, my old husband is at the entrance, waiting to welcome me. Something I’ve never imagined to be my reality.
His lips curve in a warm smile. His brown eyes shine like the night stars that align with his navy-blue velvet tailcoat. His aura reeks of liveliness.
Why does he look so young all of a sudden? Did he age backward? This looks good for him.
“Welcome, Luna. I hope the road wasn't too crazy for you?” He takes my right hand into his, leading me inside the hall. Heads bow as we walk past the servants, warriors, and pack members.
“A little. But the driver did quite a good job.”
“I’m sorry for the inconvenience,” he sounds warm.
“It’s not a cause for alarm. Trust me, I enjoyed every bit of the ride.” Lies.
“I’m fulfilled that you did,” he helps me to my seat as
