The next morning, after bidding farewell to the royal family, Madeline found herself on the road again, and most of the time, Draven's hand was clasped firmly in hers, his gaze, however, fixed out of the window, watching the passing scenery and seemingly lost in thought.
"Is all well with you, my dear?" Madeline asked with concern, raising her head to look at him.
Draven looked at her, a small smile gracing his face. "Certainly, my wife." The truth was, he was anxious about returning there. It had been a long time since he revisited that place, ever since he woke up to this new life.
The memories were faint, but he was certain he could still feel some of them. Perhaps more would flood back to him upon arrival, bringing with them pain.
However, aside from the pain and the fact that he was dying, that place also held memories of a love he had never felt before, bringing warmth to him.
