Months passed peacefully in Warine. Not so peacefully, in truth as along the way, Ian had exposed and sentenced two people to death by the rule of the Church.
Who was those two people? It was none other than the Lord of Runalia, Garfon. Ian had made sure the inhumane man who had allowed slavery in his land to meet his demise on the cold blade, along with the man who had hated him so much, Oliver. Ian didn't forgot to bring Oliver's soul to Heaven for the man was a corrupted angel for the Angels in Heaven to take care of.
Elise sat on the carriage, watching from the window people passing by, crowding the town's square. Her hands that felt cold couldn't help but brush her stomach which had gotten bigger than before.
Ian held her hands when he noticed this. Sitting beside Elise, he never missed even one sign of uncomfortable on her face and kissed her hands with his lips.
"Cold?" He asked her.
