"Is something wrong?" asked Ivetta.

"Nothing at all," Rianel replied calmly.

Ivetta paused for a moment to steady her breath, then took hold of Rianel’s hand. His hand was still excessively warm.

‘Even through his gloves, I can feel the heat. It must feel scorching to touch his bare hand.’

A useless curiosity sparked within her.

When Rianel glanced at her briefly, Ivetta quickly climbed into the carriage, nearly tripping in her haste. She managed to steady herself and sat down with difficulty.

Rianel turned to glance behind them once more before stepping into the carriage. Soon after, the carriage began to move.