302 She Sat On My Lap

The atmosphere within the royal carriage was strangely quiet as it left Obsidian Palace. Drayce was a man of few words, and among the many times Seren had shared a carriage ride with him, a majority of them were spent in silence. However, the silence this time was different— one could sense an unusual coldness around Drayce, giving one the notion that he was covered in thorns and it was dangerous to disturb him. 

Her husband stared blankly at the passing view outside the window. He was obviously upset and angry, but Seren did not know how to comfort him. She could only look at him and wonder about what she overheard from the drawing-room.