After finally reaching the main palace, Eleanora noticed a few more carriages with some royal crests of different nations.
Eleanora again got down from the carriage with the help of Cathain but something caught her off guard.
'Why he isn't letting go yet?'
Cathain didn't let go of her hands on his palm, instead he tightened his grip as he pulled her to walk.
Everyone around them kept staring with various emotion containing in their gaze.
Some feared where some was envious.
Brayden was following them from behind and Eleanora suddenly remembered the day when she was dragged by Brayden into the prison like this.
That day, she had let Brayden to drag her without any protest because she had given up in any hopes from Cathain.
Seeing Cathain, who never once hold her hands in their last life, holding her so protectively… Eleanora momentary felt a little warmness in her heart.
