Cedric's strong sandalwood and vanilla scent hits Abrielle's nostrils, and she subconsciously relaxes in his arms without knowing. As her heartbeat stabilizes, she peeks through the slightly ajar door and quickly notes the hooded figure is walking back in the direction of her room.
Her curiosity was tugged and her mind immediately came up with the conclusion that it was the spy. Cedric's eyes furrowed as he observed the figure with questions in his mind, not about how someone was acting suspiciously and killing his guards but why his wife was awake around this time of the night.
His nose moved to her hair, had this subtle lavender scent, and his voice akin to a whisper, asked her. "What are you doing awake roaming the halls Abrielle?" He asked her and she froze.
