Elena's P.O.V
As Vincent carried me into the castle, I couldn't help but notice the weight of the guards' stares fixated on us. Their eyes seemed to follow every step Vincent took, their curiosity palpable as he carefully maneuvered through the hallways. His strength was a comfort, his presence a shield against the whispers and prying gazes that swirled around us.
I looked up at Vincent, a soft smile playing on my lips despite the pain still lingering from the incident at the cliff. His expression was focused, yet I caught a hint of concern flickering in his eyes. With each gentle stride, I felt safe, cradled within his arms, the fortress of the castle surrounding us like a protective embrace.