Lucianne’s eyes instantly widened in fear. Christian caught this, but he smiled as he tried to assure her, “Don’t worry, my Queen. I will break his limbs and throw his head against a wall again before I board the plane. It’ll be fine. We’re just taking some precautions.”
Lucianne nodded slowly with uncertainty, and Xandar cooed, “Hey, hey. It’ll be alright. He won’t wake up until we want him to. It’ll be alright. Don’t worry, okay?” She nodded again with a small smile, feeling more assured this time.
When everyone was leaving, Lucianne realized she couldn’t even walk on her own. Her legs wobbled in fatigue. Without hesitation, Xandar lifted her up by her legs and carried her horizontally, bridal-style, and held her close to his chest. She leaned into him, taking in his scent.