As Alora continued giggling, Magnus couldn't help but admire her in her drunkard state. She ended up drinking more wine at the welcoming party for her and was totally wasted. Her cheeks were flushed fully red and its spread reached till her ears.
"The trees are moving," Alora said, her face and her hands stuck to the window of the carriage as she kept her gaze outside. "Is this earthquake? Why is everything shaking?" she murmured and promptly retreated from the window to look at Magnus.
"Why are we sitting? We shall run," Alora stated and she stood up from her seat. In the moving carriage, she ended up falling. However, Magnus's swift reaction saved her from landing on the coach. He held her tightly in his embrace, his strong arms wrapped around her, keeping her securely on his lap.
"There's no earthquake," Magnus whispered, he brushed her hair to the back of her hair, "you are drunk."
