Adam and Rhynera could be seen strolling toward their chambers even though it's a bit hard for Adam because of Rhynera's fumbleness.
His hand was tight on Rhynera's arm as he guided her toward the private chambers. He didn't know what was wrong with her and wasn't bothering to know, after all he despised her and the only person he wanted wasn't even far from him.
His jaw was tight, his steps long and unhurried, almost as if he didn't care that her legs were trembling beneath her.
Beside them, Mia walked quickly, trying to steady Rhynera whenever she stumbled.
Adam didn't even glance back, his eyes stayed forward, his grip cold. It felt less like a groom guiding his bride and more like a guard escorting a prisoner.
Finally, they reached the chamber doors. The servants standing nearby bowed deeply. Adam stopped and turned to Mia.
"Take care of your lady," he ordered.
