章 23: The Queen of Sorcerers

As soon as Lazarus was out of the throne hall, he picked up Emma. Cupping her head against his chest, he traced her back to his room. 

Emma remained in his embrace for some time before pulling away. She didn't get dizzy at all this time. Maybe it was because she was getting used to it or because he pressed her against his chest during the whole tracing. 

Tears stained her cheeks. She recalled how everyone was hell bent on sending Lazarus to the dungeons. He deserved it for all she knew but she didn't know why she defended him. She craned her neck up to see him as he tipped his down to see her. He was breathing heavily. 

"You didn't have to defend me there," he said. "I could have gotten out of it easily." He didn't like the way Anton shouted at her. He didn't like his father questioning her.