Neera felt the best she had in a long time.
She could move the way she wanted without feeling pain shoot anywhere in her body. She could eat any kind of food, and she slept like a baby on a mattress that felt like clouds. From all that she had been through, her current situation was heaven.
Except Zavian still would not let her out of his sight. Even if he was forced to leave his chambers because of his duties, it was not for long. It was endearing; his care and protection over her, but sometimes, it could be suffocating being cooped up in there for days.
The door to the room unlocked, and Zavian stepped in, his hair falling over his face like a waterfall made out of gold. He must have been busy, for he was long due for a haircut.
"Your Majesty", Neera started with her request. "I promise I am completely capable of resuming work and going back to my room."
