Chapter 67 Glow

• The soft glow of dawn spilled through the heavy curtains, channeling the golden color of the rising sun across the chamber. For days the room had been dim, silent but for the hushed footsteps of the healers and Aria’s anxious remarks. Damien stirred awake, conscious of the movements around him but his color was glowing, rather than the fog of fever.
• His lashes fluttered open, and though his body felt as though healing had settled into his bones, his mind was clear and bright. The air carried a faint herbal tang which were the lingering trace of poultices and potions used to treat him but beneath it, he caught a gentler scent which was Lavender, the scent Aria carried with her everywhere.
• He turned his head slightly, and there she was staring at him with a small smile.