The next morning, Seraphina and Elias are on their way to the castle.
The carriage rolled smoothly along the stone road leading to the royal castle, its wheels clicking softly against the cobbled path.
Morning sunlight streamed through the window beside me, warm and bright, a sharp contrast to the quiet silver moonlight of the night before.
Across from me, Elias looked completely relaxed.
Far too relaxed, in my opinion.
He leaned comfortably against the cushioned seat, one arm draped along the backrest behind me as though this were the most ordinary outing in the world.
Which, to him, it probably was.
The castle gates slowly came into view ahead, tall iron bars opening as the guards recognized the royal carriage.
[Host?.]
Yes?
[Your husband appears suspiciously calm.]
He is always calm.
[Correction. He is calm because he is delivering you to his mother.]
I glanced sideways at Elias.
He caught the look immediately and raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Nothing."
