The ride home was silent. The only sounds in the carriage were the rhythmic clatter of hooves against the dirt road and the faint creak of the wooden wheels.
Nori sat as far away as the space allowed, his back stiff, his hands clenched into his lap. He refused to so much as glance at Ryousuke. His delicate features were set in a cold, unyielding mask, and his gaze was fixed stubbornly on the passing scenery outside the window.
Ryousuke, on the other hand, exuded quiet authority, his arms crossed as he studied his wife with a hardened gaze. He knew Nori was angry. He had expected it. But what he didn't expect was the level of defiance in his expression, the way his lips pressed into a thin line, his body practically radiating fury.
The tension in the air was suffocating.