Luna was glad that his husband was happy, too, but not at the cost of her stockings floating in the air for all the villagers to see as they passed by, gawking at it and then turning their scandalized gaze on her.
Her eyes had widened in horror as she stared back at them but Apollyon didn't care.
Her husband was too focused scrutinizing its kinky accessory before her comfort.
Sometimes, Luna can't help but question her husband's mental stability.
Did his beautiful wide blue eyes glow because he had killed a living creature with his bare hands, or was he ecstatic about her stockings tied to his sword?
Both of the options indicate her husband's lunacy.
Luna scowled at her stockings again, her face flaming, as she attempted to snatch it from the sword so that she could hack it to pieces.
Of course, her husband didn't allow it as he swung his blade quickly out of her reach.
