Elara slowly became aware of her surroundings as she awoke. But this time, her body felt perfectly fine. There was neither pain nor hunger. Did she really die?
She slowly opened her eyes, afraid of what she was going to see. The first thing to register in her mind was Nero’s face. He looked paler than usual, but he was sleeping peacefully. She could feel his chest rose up and down ever so slowly against her sides, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Elara smiled. Maybe she really died. Why else would she be in Nero’s arms?
Slowly, she raised her hand to touch his face. She caressed his cheek gently, loving the warmth of his skin against her hand.
“My queen?” she heard Arren’s spoke, her voice shaking.
Bewildered, Elara dropped her hand and looked at where the voice c
