Their footsteps fell in sync. Primrose took advantage of the uneven ground to hang on her husband's arms with her entire weight.
When his amber gaze fell on her sideways, she was unfazed.
"I'm fragile. What if I twist my ankle? Husband, you'll have to carry me all the way it it happens." She even rubbed her cheek on him while making up such excuses.
The kerosene lamps ignited their path only for some time. As they ventured deeper into the cells, the lights were no longer available. Everything in front of them was a pitch black mass.
Primrose stepped into the darkness and the darkness retreated under the fierce domination of her light. Her palm held a flame that ignited the path ahead.
The sound of their breathing was emphasized in the cold cell. Primrose rubbed Cassius's arm to s
