"Omg, look at that!"
"Is that for real? Am I seeing things?"
Soft whispers spread like wildfire among the maids and servants as they witnessed something utterly shocking—their Majesty being carried in a man's arms.
And not just any man, but her own son-in-law!
It was so surreal that many of them rubbed their eyes, convinced they were hallucinating. Some even exchanged glances, silently confirming that this was indeed happening before them.
"Please... no!" Maelona trembled, her entire body heating up from the sheer embarrassment of the situation. The fact that she was being carried like this in front of everyone was already mortifying, but to make it worse—it was Aether who held her!
Her hands instinctively shot up to cover her burning red face, her heart thudding wildly inside her chest. It was an uncontrollable storm of emotions, a swirling tornado of flustered chaos stuck inside a man's arms.
