Lucius woke up completely refreshed, finally the headache and everything that came with it was… gone.
His body felt light as if all the weight that had pressed on his chest had simply lifted. His mana pulsed smoothly through his veins, responsive and calm.
He could finally use his magic again.
He hadn't opened his eyes yet, choosing instead to savor this peace.
But then something strange disrupted it.
Something streaked across his face — soft, tickling strands of hair.
And there was a weight in his arms.
Lucius froze.
'Wait. Why is there weight in my arms?'
He shifted carefully. Someone was curled against him, warm and breathing softly.
His arm was wrapped around them, holding them protectively.
His mind calmed.
'It's going to be Elara.'
Of course.
She always clung to him like a kitten seeking warmth.
It made sense.
He took a deep breath, expecting her familiar scent.
But no.
He smelled nothing of Elara. This scent was different, after all it was a good perfume.
