The next day, Rowena finally woke up as sunlight filtered into the open window. She soon realized that she was on her bed—and someone must have carried her out from the infirmary.
Confused, Rowena blinked and rubbed her eyes until she heard a familiar voice.
"Finally awake, sleepyhead?"
Rowena's voice caught in her throat as she looked up and saw Julian. He was all better, with healthy color to his cheeks and the same mischievous grin on his face.
"J-Julian is that you? Is that really you?" Rowena stammered.
"No other." Julian chuckled and spread his arms out. "Now come here."
Rowena stumbled and staggered out of her bed, she nearly tripped in her blankets but she ran into his arms. She was engulfed in his arms as tears of happiness leaked out of her eyes.
"You're awake! Gods, Julian you're awake!" Rowena gushed as her teardrops fell on the floor. "I knew you would wake up—I never once doubted that you would."
