Ditun was grumbling all through when he entered the palanquin, but he concealed that with the mask he wore, making no one aware of his dismay.
However, Dalia did feel him shift in his seat occasionally, his eyes fixed outside the window, not sparing her a glance at all.
She stared at his hand, his big palm left open, resting on his lap. The urge to hold him came over her, but she clasped her hands together, trying to distract her mind elsewhere.
"Zephyria is quite a place," she whispered, her gaze fixed on the mighty trees and lush grass. She had never been to the village before, so she was also anticipating what it would look like. She said those words to catch the king's attention, and luckily, it made him look at her.
"Hmm," he murmured, watching her as she continued to stare out the window.
He wanted to trail his hand all over her again but paused himself; these damn thoughts just wouldn't stop coming.
