Ashen lay awake, his arm curled protectively around his wife. The faint light of morning spilled through the carved windows, brushing across the silken sheets.
He had returned only a few hours ago, weary from his secret meeting, yet he had not found true rest. His eyes had remained open while Lumina slept peacefully against him, her breathing soft and even.
He studied her face as though memorizing every detail of the curve of her lips.
She was blind, yet there was a beauty in her that outshone all the jewels of Drakonia.
His hand brushed lightly over her arm, checking her pulse. The poison still lingered within her blood, though its marks did not show as easily because of the power she carried but he was pretty sure it would be working underneath.
He could not guess the full strength that lay within her, but he had already chosen to trust her completely. She was the only one who had stood by his side without fear or judgment. That trust was enough for him.
