The carriage moved steadily along the path leading to my parents' estate. The hedges and gardens passed in quiet order, and the scent of roses drifted through the slightly open windows.
I had been here only twice after I married Elias, but today felt different. Father had returned from war. I had not yet properly welcomed him, and it weighed on me.
Elias squeezed my hand gently as the carriage slowed in front of the steps. His calm, steady presence was reassuring, as always, a certainty that nothing could disturb.
"Ready?" he asked softly.
I nodded.
He stepped down first and extended his hand to me like it was second nature to him.
I placed my fingers in his, and his hold at my waist was firm and unyielding. He guided me down the final step with careful ease.
Nero hummed.
[Ah, yes. The heroic escort. One part romance, two parts precision. Stylish.]
Be quiet.
[I'm merely appreciating form and function.]
