The carriage wheels rattled softly against the cobblestone as they rolled into Velmire. Nerine sat quietly beside Kael, her hands folded in her lap, though her nerves refused to be as calm as her posture suggested. She forced herself not to fidget, though her heartbeat betrayed her.
Kael, on the other hand, leaned back against the cushioned seat, the faintest smirk at the corner of his lips, as though he could read every unspoken worry churning inside her.
When the carriage finally slowed to a halt before the familiar path leading into Velmire, Nerine leaned forward, ready to alight. But Kael's voice stopped her.
"I will come pick you up when I am done."
Her head whipped toward him, eyes wide. "Pick me up?"
A flicker of amusement glinted in his eyes at her startled tone. "So you don't get lost before the wedding."
