Chapter 361: The Flash Truce Marriage.
This morning as Genevieve’s eyes fluttered open with her vision still hazy, she felt her body weighed down by exhaustion. A lovely exhaustion and an unfamiliar sensation between her legs.
Last night had been lovely, her mind brought the situation she was in and she felt a shiver of cold, But the warmth surrounding her was familiar. Strong, steady arms held her close, the scent of pine and steel filling her senses.
"You’re awake," Enid murmured, his voice low but relieved.
She blinked up at him, her throat dry. "Where...?"
"In my arms," he said with a small, humorless smile. "Where you always should be."
Genevieve swallowed hard. Reality crashed in. The truce. The wedding. The duty she had to fulfill. "It’s happening today, isn’t it?"
Enid nodded. "Yes. But I promised you something, didn’t I?" he had made a promise to her last night as they did the most intimate thing a man and a woman could do.
Her grip on his sleeve tightened. "That you’d stay with me."
"And I will," he vowed. "Even if it means stepping into Tackeros, I’ll follow you."
A shaky breath left her lips. "Thank you," she whispered.
They had no time to waste. Servants flooded into the room, dressing her in silk, draping jewels over her like chains. Enid, too, was prepared—standing tall beside her, his presence the only anchor she had. The palace halls blurred as they were led to the grand wedding chamber.