It was the middle of the night when the Rante group reached the borderlands of their home. Eugene wanted to take the straight path, but Darce insisted on returning the forest path home. “That man is paranoid about security.”
The face of the man was serious and he would not take any suggestion of moving back with the main path. “What do you think? I would go for all this trouble for? She might be the demon of the Empire but she is still not fully recovered from the previous injury. I know she is pushing herself when she is supposed to be in bed rest.” Darce groaned as he complained to the Frescon brothers.
“Your Highness knows the best.” Dylan chuckled.
“It is interesting how you baby the demon of the Empire.” He could not help but laugh at the strange way his King acted.
“I am concerned about my wife. There is no shame in that.” Darce didn’t frown instead he chuckled.