Clara
I woke to the sensation of someone carrying me. It was so strange that I managed to pry one eye open despite the pain that wanted to drag me back into the dark. I looked up and saw Prince Gideon was the one that held me.
My back burned and ached. I was nauseous from the pain. Yet somehow, the places where Gideon’s arms held me didn’t hurt. I only felt warmth and safety in his grip.
Oh, I must have been dreaming. The prince hated me after what happened between us. There was no way he would carry me in his arms.
I let myself fade back into the darkness. It was a nice dream but I preferred to face reality.
When I woke fully, I was in the healer’s medical ward. It was white and clean and smelled of antiseptic and healing herbs.
There was a hand holding mine. I looked to the side an
