Chapter 5: Do You Not Talk, My Lady?
Draven half smiled at her, and Avelina, who was seeing him smile a little bit for the first time, blinked her eyes.
Was it just her? Or does this man seem to smile oddly? It looked as though he was trying to make himself smile, but couldn’t seem to do it more pleasantly. Apart from that, he had...dimples. Two dimples at that.
"Thank you, master—"
"Don’t call me that, please. I am no longer your master, and neither are you my slave. You are my wife, so just call me Draven," Draven corrected her and stood up to his feet.
He reached out his hand for her. "Get up."
Avelina glanced at his hand. She reluctantly grabbed it with both her hands since they were chained together, and he pulled her up to her feet.
"Your maids will be in soon. Freshen up and change into good clothes," Draven said to her and turned around to leave the room, but before he did, he halted at the door. He half turned his head and looked at her with the edge of his eyes.
"The red thread, do not take it off. It has to be on your finger for five days before you can do so," he explained and walked off.
Avelina fluttered her eyes, and a deep breath fled her nose.