The healer had no clue how he managed to enter the carriage.
Ah, no. He, in fact, did not.
He was directly carried inside! In front of so many eyes at that!
As soon as Darius placed him on the cushioned seat, Xion scrambled to the farthest corner, his back practically glued to the window.
His entire body was still burning, and no amount of frantic 'calm down' screaming in his mind seemed to help.
Darius, on the other hand, reclined lazily across from him.
The wheels rolled over the pathway. With each jerk, his tall legs brushed against Xion's knee.
All the while, the archduke made no move to stop it.
Rather he was amusingly watching how his nominal husband was trying so hard not to say... something.
This silly kitten was the only one Darius could not figure out. Even now, with his face still slightly red, Xion had been silent for nearly a quarter of an hour.
