Damien didn't say another word as he led Olivia back to the village. His hand held hers tightly, as though he feared she might vanish the moment he let go. The morning sun filtered through the forest canopy as they walked in silence, and only when the cobbled paths of the market came into view did he finally speak.
"You should wear something new tonight," he said, almost casually.
She blinked at him with a frowning. "I already have many dresses and we just bought one yesterday night."
He shook his head. "You can not just go in any dress. You are meeting them as my wife now. That means you are now mine and to me it meant you should look stunning so that they would think twice before taking you lightly."
She sighed, rubbing her temple. "You are being dramatic. They would not change their views because of my clothes."
"Maybe," he replied with his lips curling slightly. "But I still want to dress you up. Please bear with me just this once."
