With their worries dispelled, they made their way back to the room. Christopher's affectionate gaze never left her face. His arms remained securely around her waist, pulling her close as they walked.
Abigail felt like she was floating on air, her heart filled with joy and contentment.
Once they reached the room, Christopher closed the door behind them and pulled Abigail into a warm embrace. He looked into her eyes, his expression soft and endearing.
"Are you still feeling anxious?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
Abigail shook her head, a bright smile spreading across her face. "No, I'm not," she replied, her voice filled with conviction. "I trust the guards completely now. They're doing an amazing job."
