Seemed impossible to stop smiling. The cold, irritated, tired whole body burned with renewed vigor. Even the letter that came from King Artesun wasn't strong enough to irritate Prince Aerus again.
The morning was too beautiful, even though it saved a farewell at the end.
Last night he and Lia did it all many times, and the good thing was Lia whining about it. Indeed, the effects of the anesthetic had not completely faded, but Lia's consciousness had also come back quite a bit.
So Prince Aerus was like being pampered as Lia thrust herself repeatedly at him, making their bodies shake and enjoying the relief.
How many times did they do it last night? Maybe more than five times. Luckily Lia got energy tirelessly from the blood of Elfagos Prince Aerus. Because otherwise, certainly, Lia would not be able to get out of bed that morning.
At that time, Lia was taking a bath, cleaning herself with a scolding.
