Yuriel knew the consequences of waking a corpse from death. He gazed at her lovingly yet his mind drifted to the days he could only watch and not touch her. He swept away the hairs covering her beautiful face.
Above her head, he realised that her arms were still chained. Pain pierced his heart as he quickly yet gently unchained her hands. He couldn't bear to see her in pain and he'd rather be the one suffering. There were a couple of marks bruised on her fair wrists caused by all the struggle to free herself.
Yuriel slowly raised one of her wrists and brought it to his lips. Pressing his lips on her wrist, he lightly kissed the bruised region. As if unsatisfied, he laved the bruises wanting to erase them from her fine wrist. Having satisfied himself, he did the exact to the other wrist
