After the meeting ended, Jaxton didn't just want to leave his wife. He quietly escorted them outside. He stood beside her, his steps slow, purposely trying to match her pace.
The afternoon air was crisp, the sun starting its slow descent. Aneira clutched her coat tighter around herself, sneaking small glances at Jaxton as he spoke to Aiden in that calm, steady voice of his.
"I'll push for a response from the court as fast as I can," Jaxton was saying, his hands tucked into the pockets of his dark coat. "There are ways to make things move faster... I'll make sure they don't drag it out."
Aneira listened but understood very little about how the court system worked.
All she caught was the promise in Jaxton's voice; the assurance that he would fight for her, even if she didn't fully understand the battlefield.
When they reached where Aiden's car was parked, Jaxton moved ahead of them without hesitation.
