Chapter 153: The Drunk Alora
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."
"No. How can I be drunk?" Alora refused his claim. "I never get drunk, Your Highness. I’m a good girl," she asserted.
Magnus chuckled to hear her statement. Why did she look sweeter in this drunk state? Her finger poked his cheek and she began pulling them.
"Alora... Ahhh!" Magnus screamed as she pulled his cheeks harder and he had to apply his strength to remove her hands from her cheeks. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks after that sudden pull.
The chauffeur in the driving seat thought something intimate was going on between the couples and he ended up smiling.
Magnus had a hard time keeping Alora quiet in this state and finally, they arrived at the palace. Alora stepped at the footplate, but Magnus carried her in his arms to make sure she would not trip and injure herself.
Magnus brought Alora to the bedchamber and settled her on the soft mattress. She half-opened her eyes, feeling the discomfort in the gown. She moved her hands to her corset but was unable to untie the tight knots on it.
"I’ll help," Magnus said and let her hand rest on either side of her head. He loosened her gown after removing the corset’s silk threads. He got on his knees and then, removed the sandals she had worn.