As Heena came out, the carriage had just parked. Larus was opening the gate when Heena extended her hand and said with a warm smile, "Welcome back, sweetheart."
Larus's face literally lit up. He had not thought she would be here personally to greet him.
But controlling himself—because he was technically the Emperor Consort and needed to maintain proper etiquette in public—he said in a proper tone, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
As he stepped down from the carriage with her assistance, he couldn't control the smile on his face. It was too bright, too genuine, too happy.
The servants who were gathered around exchanged knowing glances and annoying looks.
'Looks like there's going to be another love story of the century,' they thought with barely concealed amusement.
The cold, terrifying Empress who'd just stabbed a consort's hand without blinking?
She was smiling softly at her newest husband like he was the most precious thing in the world.
