Crazy Talk (CorVal)

Ch. 6 ▲ Sick

Her bags were fully packed. She tucked away Zion's ring in her pocket, and hesitatingly displayed the false Wylden Cosmos ring - urged by Corvan himself, as it would not be wise to attack a member of the royal family or one about to marry into the family.

As for Corvan, he leaned against the doorway as she took one last glance at the room she'd stayed in for a week. His sister was zooming around the gardens as she chatted animatedly with Ritha and Avaro. He was dressed in a simple cream shirt with trousers rolled up to his knees and his hair rested just above his now bare neck, once again causing Valeriana to flush in embarrasment. She missed the banter of all the Twelve, but they were not allowed to come with them. After all, not all of them were betrothed to a continental lord-to-be. Rowe was an exception, as he was already the Continental Lord, but he had yet to find a lady.

As she walked to the gardens she suddenly felt sick in her stomach and nearly collapsed, causing Corvan to furrow his eyebrows in concern. His strong arms swept her up and he carried her the rest of the way. A small group of servants cast curious looks her way, but upon glancing at the ring in her finger smiled and curtsied. "Good luck ma'am. I bid you a happy wedding." She winked at her and blushing, Valeriana looked away.

Corvan swung her over Ritha and he supervised while she struggled to put a complex belt system around her. It had been his father's suggestion, since she was more likely to faint and fall off should they encounter any demonic auras. "Corvan! Can you...help me?" She asked sheepishly.

"You stupid witch." He shook his head and quickly put it together. It seemed so simple yet she couldnt figure it out.

"Thanks..." Her voice warbled. His sister eagerly clung to his side on Avaro, avoiding touching the clasps that held their bags in place.

"Avaro, let's go. To Rhukter first!"