Ragon sprinted toward the village, his bare feet pounding against the ground. He carried Thera in his arms, her body jolting with each step. Despite her relentless struggling, he held her firmly, his gaze fixed ahead.
"Put me down! No! Let me go!" Thera's voice rang out, her fists weakly hitting his chest as she squirmed.
Ragon didn't flinch. His grip remained steady as he continued to run, his expression resolute. His mind was solely focused on the danger looming over Elenadrom. There was no space for embarrassment or distraction.
Thera, however, was angry. "Do you realize how this will look?!" she yelled. She couldn't fathom the thought of the villagers seeing her in such a compromising position. "The king, carrying a woman like this? It'll be!"
Ragon's jaw tightened, but he didn't reply. His silence was deafening, his actions speaking louder than any words. To him, her life was more important than her pride or reputation.
