As he walked into his main hall, Asher's eyes locked on Sapphira's. She stood at the forefront of those present to receive him. Her smile alone made him feel at home.
Naturally, such a contagious smile made him smile. When the gap between them was gone, he gently held her cheeks and their foreheads met.
"You're back."
She whispered.
"I am."
"Uninjured, I hope?"
"You shall find out tonight, won't you?"
Sapphira's brows went up.
Laughing softly, Asher let go of her and turned to the others who had long fallen on their knees.
Right behind Sapphira was Mia, the high priestess of crimson temple, Aquila, the mage commander and James, the grand apothecary.
These three held positions that allowed him to see them constantly. The others behind them were only knew about their lord from afar.
"You may rise." Asher gestured.
As they walked through the hallway, heading for the dining hall, Sapphira spoke.
