Damian reclined inside the golden palanquin with Elsa nestled against his side, her arms wrapped around his as though she feared he might disappear if she loosened her hold.
Since leaving the manor, she had barely stopped touching him. Sometimes she rested her head against his shoulder, while at other times she traced the patterns embroidered on his black robes or intertwined her fingers with his.
Her mood was noticeably different from the woman who had spent the previous screaming through the intense sex session. Today, she seemed determined to enjoy every moment she could steal with him.
Outside, the Imperial Capital unfolded beneath the fading afternoon light. The palanquin moved along a broad avenue lined with towering buildings, elaborate statues, and shops displaying everything from enchanted ornaments to weapons forged from rare metals.
