They do say it’s the littlest of things that matters the most. Such like, seeing one whom the heart beats for lie peacefully on the bed, as dusk begins to set in creating an atmosphere of serenity.
Yet, no matter how serene it may look or how relieved Dalia is to have her mate back to her, she can’t help but sadden at the weak state which he returned, as ever since he was brought back, neither has he opened his eyes, nor speak a word to her, but remain in a deep slumber, which the healer says he will recover from.
Dalia moves closer to Lucien, with her hands caressing his longer locks pouring into his face, as she tucks them away, to adore the man in front of her. The man whom came into her life when she least expected.
If anyone was going to tell Dalia, about such a life she will live
