The evening calm arrived, but the snowy cold had picked up before they reached the castle; the wind howled, sending snow swirling in the air violently.
Azazeal led Elora into the estate escorting her back to her chamber, which they now shared.
Elora cuddled the puppy to her chest while Azazeal's presence stood like a quiet shield next to her, the warmth of the estate corridors embraced them as soon as they stepped in. The lit fires gleamed their glows reflecting off the stone walls.
As soon as they entered the chamber, Azazeal didn't follow her into the main room where the maids gathered.
Their voices greeted him and they bowed as he made his way over to the lounge chair at the far end of the wall, a sheer white curtain separating him from others , he could see them easily from here. Still, he was separated enough not to be disturbed and enjoy his solitude while seeing his wife clearly.
