Olivia felt a sense of surprise as Azriel draped a huge black robe over her, covering her head with the hood. She couldn't help but wonder why he was making her wear such heavy clothing. Wasn't it just Solara they were going to?
Curiosity filled her mind as she pondered the reason behind all this attire. With a shrug, she allowed Azriel to help her put on everything, including hand gloves. The thought of finally going to Solara brought immense joy to her. After all, her sister Ariel was there, and Olivia couldn't wait to see her.
This was such a golden chance, and She couldn't help but be grateful for the war that unexpectedly erupted.
But then, She couldn't help but wonder about Aquila and the other mistresses.
Wouldn't they be joining on this journey?
And most importantly, would they be able to survive the war?
"What about your other women?" Olivia blurted out suddenly, causing him to freeze for a moment.
