“You look… breathtaking.”
Anastasia blushed a little after hearing that sincere praise from her husband. “I’m flattered,” she whispered with a gentle nod.
Caspian would have loved to keep on gazing at his beautiful wife. But he couldn’t keep her from meeting the one person he knew that she deeply cared about. He walked to Anastasia’s side and held out his hand in a gentlemanly manner. “Come. Let’s go and visit your handmaid.”
“Yes, please.” Anastasia lightly placed her hand over his palm and got up on her feet. After she straightened the pleats of her gown, Caspian lend his arm for her to hold.
Anastasia tucked her palm on his forearm as lightly as she could. She was barely touching the creases of his coat.
But Caspian firmly pressed her palm down on his forearm and pulled her close. He looked down at the Queen whose height barely came up to his shoulder and smirked. “You don’t need to be so careful when touching your own husband, Anna.”
