Rohan returned to his castle carrying his sleeping wife. He carried her carefully tucked in his arms in a bridal style into the dimly lit castle.
Rav, who was coming down the stairs to welcome them back with deep relief to finally see his master back and not the news that he had failed the king's test and was thrown back in that horrible asylum, parted his lips to speak, but a sharp look from his lordship and the deep warning that came from their linked mind made him stop.
"Shut up. My wife is sleeping."
Rav sealed his lips and quietly stepped aside to let the master pass with the lady he carried like a fragile porcelain that ought to be handled with care.
He walked up the stairs four at a time with swift ease that did not surprise Rav. The only thing on his mind was how his master must have escaped being taken to the asylum when the king seemed hellbent on having him spend the rest of his life there.
