It had been only been a few weeks since Celestiel had last been in the Sweet Lillian, yet it feit as though it was longer.
Her fingers traced the edge of her dresser, looking over the room as the servants brought in her luggage for the journey and began arranging them, carefully putting them where they belonged.
"Do you dread the journey ahead, wife?," she heard Sebastian's voice from behind her and she turned to meet his gaze.
"Why would you think so, my lord?," she asked back, subconsciously leaning forward, wanting to close the space between them. "No, I do not."
"The journey will be long, seven days and nights to be precise," Sebastian replied.
"It is not something I have not previously endured, my lord," she countered, a small smile tugging at her lips.
