The smell of moisture was so familiar and the young duchess grimaced at that being the first thing she smelled as she woke up from her deep slumber.
Her head was pounding and she could hardly remember what happened until she tried to move and the world spun around her.
With a gasp, she realized she was devoid of most of her mana. It was a feeling she was barely familiar with. After all, the only time she felt quite so bad was after healing Desmond against his will when he was hurt while proving his worth through a sword match.
It hurt her head to move but, as she turned, she was enveloped in a scent that was more familiar to her and less petrifying. It was the scent of the love of her life. She would recognize it anywhere.
"D-Desmond," she whispered.
A lump formed in her throat. She couldn't see him but she knew who it was. The metal left her wrist and she realized she was finally getting out of there.
