Urmah groaned and hid his face, trying to go back to sleep again. He felt exhausted and drained, body and soul, after last night’s events. He held the warm body that clung to his chest and inhaled deeply. The smell of fragrant oils surrounded him and eased his troubled mind.
He didn’t know what it was, but it reminded him of flowers. It was delicate and sweet, but sharp too. His hands moved to caress Tiye’s dark hair. He would identify this scent anywhere.
Remembering the other day what happened in the palace, then her reaction had troubled him, but what clenched his heart in a tight grip was when he found her on the tent floor in pain.
He felt his soul had been shattered and left his body. It was the first time in his life to be this scared; it was the first time he felt small and us
