CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE☆

Upon their arrival to the media hall nerves had begun to beat against Audrey's insides.

The hall was large and looked like it could contain half of Blüdhaven which was the idea after all, the journalists would swarm the building once the news of Darius's public statement would reach far and near. Taking firm hold of his little bride they saunter into the hall, Royal guards scattered around, securing them.

Audrey took a seat, her hands trembling slightly as she watched from a far distance as the journalists started trooping in, the guards standing by at the entrance and around the corners. Darius watched her closely, trying to get a read on her feelings. It was obvious she was nervous, that was all he could tell at first glance. A smile curved at his lips, she had never been good at hiding her anxiety, his sweet little bride, "Hey baby, you okay?" He kneels before her, palming her cheeks and raising her face to his view.

Her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth