[ALANOR]
"What if they look at you differently? What if they try to make me banish you? What if they try to make this hard for me? What if they rebel against me for loving you?" Unar asked worriedly and Alanor gently rubbed his shoulders for the hundredth time.
They were currently on their way to the royal square and were almost at the Wynter compound gates.
Unar and Alanor were dressed in Gideon Wynter's clothes. They may have been lowly clothes, but Unar loved that this time, he had something in common with his mate. He loved that the world was just going to get used to them.
"Let them, my Unar. Don't go to war for me, not with you people. Listen to them and what they want. And give them that, because more than anything, they are your people.
