The sky was in the process of transitioning from a vibrant blue to an enchanting mix of orange and pink, signaling the slow, but sure approach of the evening.
Renzille stood in front of the carriage, her arms enveloping Kreios in a tight embrace.
Her voice broke the momentary silence as she murmured to him, her tone soft and sincere, cupping his cheeks. "Be sure to take care of yourself, okay?"
Kreios whimpered, an involuntary sound escaping his throat. "You should be the one who needs to take care, my lady.. Not me."
Both worry and stubbornness laced his words, his grip on her waist tightening ever so slightly, as if attempting to hold on to the moment longer— to stop his wife from leaving his sight.
But Renzille pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes meeting him with a softening expression.
