A Day Out

The whole ride was torture for Zachary. Diana was sulking all the time and they both hadn’t spoken a word to each other. Zachary tried to initiate a conversation with her multiple times but she always gave him a wide berth.

“King we arrived.” The coachman informed Zachary.

Though Zachary could have brought Diana himself, he wanted to treat her as a Queen now. He doesn’t want her flying like other witches and demons of his world. Call his stupidity or call him an orthodox but he doesn’t want Diana to change her lifestyle and behave like the Queen of Hell. He liked her ladylike manners, her shyness, and her modesty and he didn’t want her to abandon those manners or adapt to the devilish lifestyle. That mere thought even haunted him.

Zachary gave the coachman a curt nod and alighted the carriage. Opening the door wider, he extended his hand forward for Diana to take but she refused to acknowledge him and got down herself. Straightening on her heels, she gave a bored look at her ankle-len