Meredith.
My body felt like it had been dragged down a rocky hill and tossed into a pit.
Every joint ached, every inch of my waist throbbed where Draven had grabbed me. The force of it had left something more profound than just bruises.
The kind of pain that lingered, coiled around bone and muscle like a silent threat.
I knew I was weak. But I didn't realize it was this bad.
I sat on the edge of the bed, legs submerged in a basin of warm water as Arya massaged my sore feet. A steaming cup of herbal tea nestled in my palms, the scent bitter and earthy.
Relief didn't come quickly, but I welcomed the slow heat crawling through my veins.
I took another sip. The moment the cup left my lips, Cora appeared like magic to take it from me. Then a groan escaped before I could stop it.
Azul entered, arms full—a basin of hot water and a white towel. "Would you like some pain medication, my lady?" she asked putting the basin down.
I shook my head.
