Chapter 2: Gloves and Silent Rejection.
They reached the rich, elegant dining hall, and two guards threw the intricately designed double doors open with a flourish.
Salviana's heart skipped as she realized she was supposed to hook her palm with her husband's arm—an act of courtesy that she had forgotten to do.
Flustered, she quickly reached out to grab his arm, but in a swift, instinctive motion, he drew back. His cold, empty eyes flickered toward her for a brief second.
Her frown deepened, completely thrown off by the silent rejection.
And that's when she noticed it—he was wearing gloves.
Why? Did he hate being touched?
She was his wife, after all. Maybe she had surprised him.
Perhaps he simply wasn't used to it. A forced smile tugged at her lips, uneasy as she turned her attention to the now silent crowd gathered in the hall.
Their entrance had been announced, and every gaze was fixed upon them.
She felt the weight of it, pressing down on her chest.
"Follow me," the demon prince invited, his voice low and emotionless as he walked ahead.