I wished to hold her. To ensure that she was really alright. That they were both alright. With how delicate her pregnancy was, according to Liira, a thousand reasons of something having had gone wrong while she ran away from the palace troubled me. She could have tripped and fallen or bumped herself into a tree or she could have simply inhaled some scent that she was not aware she was allergic to, all of which had the potential to harm her in her condition.
And what if even after ripping apart every one of those traitors that wanted to harm her, something would still go wrong? My fists clenched and unclenched at the thought as I stared at my mate. She was seated in front of me seeming unhurt, but I still longed to have her in my arms and confirm that for myself.
I wished to be closer tha
