As Draven cradled Rhea, she nestled her head against the curve of his neck, feeling a remarkable sense of ease. Perhaps it was due to his unwavering footsteps. Each step he took was resolute, without any hint of hesitation. The way he effortlessly supported her in his arms showed his strong presence.
Rhea looked up at his impassive face. If he were just an average man living among humans, he would be the living vision of every woman's fantasy in the capital city. His face alone could make Adonis feel inadequate, but unfortunately, he was now a wanted fugitive in Birhhan.
Rhea pushed those thoughts aside and settled her head more comfortably against his neck, holding on to him tightly. Her eyes, focused on the side of his chin, began to slowly close.
Draven, who was walking, made an effort to avoid being distracted by Rhea's gentle breath brushing against his neck, causing a slight tickling sensation. By the time he reached the end of the forest path, dawn had completely broken.
