I slowly lay down beside my mate who was now sleeping peacefully on our bed. I already took a bath and most of my wounds are healed by now, but my ribs are still sore. I was careful not to wake her up when I wrapped my arms around her fragile body while taking in her scent.
She nuzzled her head against my chest, bringing us even closer. I closed my eyes but my mind just wouldn’t stop thinking about the possibilities that await us.
Ryker must be right. I can ask for help from the witches. Thinking about the time when I was in the dungeon and one of them helped me to go back to Amarah. I don’t know who she is, but I’m guessing that they know about the prophecy.
Is that really true?
If the prophecy was real, does it really refer to us?
I opened my eyes and met my princess’ calm face. H
