"T-Taranis…" Nymeria whispered, holding Taranis's hand. She had never seen him so serious and cold before. He felt like a completely different person to her.
"I'm fine, Nymeria," Taranis replied, a gentle smile returning to his face as he squeezed her hand, curling his fingers into hers.
"Those people are stubborn. They wouldn't have agreed so easily if I had spoken to them gently," he added, sensing the distress weighing on her heart.
Within minutes, a grand flying chariot made of blackwood, adorned with intricate golden engravings, arrived before the duo, with the Five Wardens soaring ahead of it in a solemn formation.
"Your Highness, Lady Nymeria, please enter the chariot," Zephyron said, opening the door and placing a wooden stair.
Nymeria climbed in first, with Taranis closely following behind her.
"Mr. Orex, follow me. I will show you to your arrangements," another warden said, stepping toward Nymeria's guards.
