Aria worked up in warmth.
It was the first thing she noticed. It was not a cold or a damp earth. There was no wind cutting through her thin dress but warmth. A fire crackled somewhere nearby. A Blankets covered her body. A pillow cradled her head.
She opened her eyes.
Wooden beams crossed the ceiling above her. The walls were stone but clean, there was no bloodstains on it. Shelves lined the far wall, crowded with jars of dried herbs and bottles of dark liquid. A healer's wing. She was in a healer's wing.
"You're awake."
A deep voice said drew her attention. The voice of sounded cold not out of hatred or spite. It seems to be his nature.
Aria turned her head.
A man stood near the hearth. Tall, with a Broad shouldered. His hair was dark, cut short, and his jaw was shadowed with stub
