Chapter 82: Cold Revenge.
After her bathe they went on to sit in the dining room where the dinner was set by the maids.
Emma looked disheartened by the event while Sarah looked confused while something completely different was seen on Priscilla’s face. She didn’t mind seeing Salviana in pain.
Then they had a silent meal for the first time since they met, after their silent meal, Salviana seemed barely able to keep her eyes open. She was exhausted, her spirit worn thin.
Alaric, sensing her longing for rest, stood and effortlessly lifted her from her seat. She made no protest, only curling into his arms as he carried her to the bedroom.
The quiet that enveloped them felt heavy, weighed down by unspoken words and emotions that lingered between them.
Gently, he placed her on the bed, where she tucked herself into a small, vulnerable shape.
Her sadness etched itself into her every movement, and seeing her this way, so unlike her usual self, stirred something fierce and protective within him.
He wanted to storm the halls, to confront every person who had dared treat her with cruelty. A fury simmered just beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.
But that could wait; right now, she needed him by her side. He pulled the covers over her, lying beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
His hand drifted to her hair, gently stroking it, trying to bring her a sliver of comfort.
"Sleep, Salviana," he murmured softly, though his own heart was far from calm. He would hold her close, just as she needed, but the moment she drifted off, he vowed he’d make them pay.