Prince Wu Long Ivruss woke up slowly. His eyes felt laden and even lifting them open seemed to be a task he felt unable to accomplish. The first thing that he noticed as he was finally able to open them was a warm weight sprawled across his chest. His previously lethargy body snapped to attention and he looked down.
The red hair that surrounded her face like a flame calmed his down. This was Flaris. But why was she like this. Why were they like this? As his mind flashed back to the events, he could vaguely recall discussions about blood mating... and then a cool breeze that had soothed his insides. There was Flairs saying that he needed to get well soon.
Worriedly, he picked up his wrist to see the wound on his wrist. How? Even as his mind wondered the things that might have happened, he could only stare wordlessly. Almost scared out of his mind, Wu Long slowly placed his hand on her neck before breathing a sigh of relief. She was breathing fine.
