Eryx moved, trying to sit up, but the moment he lifted his head, a sharp, blinding pain shot through his skull. He hissed under his breath and dropped back onto the pillow with a low groan.
Lunara's anger crumbled the second she saw him wince.
"Don't move!" she cried, rushing to his side. Her hands hovered uselessly above him, not knowing where it hurt most.
He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the worst of the pain to pass. "I'm fine," he muttered, but the tightness in his voice gave him away.
"You're not fine, you idiot," Lunara muttered under her breath, her voice shaking. She scrubbed at her eyes quickly, trying to hide the tears.
And everyone in the room froze.
Eryx, the man who always had the last word, always held the power, was now lying helplessly on the bed, flinching under his wife's glare.
For once, he had no sharp comeback, no calm excuse.
Just a guilty wince as Lunara called him an idiot to his face.
It would've been funny if it wasn't so heartbreaking.
