Elsa clung to Damian as the golden palanquin moved through the streets of the Imperial Capital, her arms wrapped around his waist while her head rested against his chest.
Several baskets and wooden boxes filled the space around them, containing an assortment of packed food they had purchased from the Dark Pavilion before leaving. The meal had originally been intended for their private dining room, but the destruction of the VIP quarters had forced them to abandon those plans.
Besides, Damian's clothes were scorched in several places, and he had little interest in sitting in another restaurant while half the Princes in the capital were looking for an opportunity to attack him. There was no telling when Kaizer or another hot-headed Prince might decide to pick a fight.
"It's a pity we are going back this early. There is a lot we could do outside." Damian sighed, adjusting his arm around Elsa as the palanquin swayed gently.
