My eyes rolled back in my head as He'dtaalh moved to the bottom of the bed and started to massage my feet. Considering I hadn't used them for a few weeks now, I was surprised how much they constantly hurt me.
"Where are the others?" I asked with a moan.
"Ba'dqeel is still in a meeting with the council," explained He'dtaalh as his thumb dug into the arch of my foot. There was no way I could hold back my moan as I closed my eyes. "They are finalizing the last few things about the coronation and how many people to invite to the palace banquet after."
"And how did you, Commander of the Warriors, manage to get out of that particular meeting?" smirked Pure as he looked down at He'dtaalh. He loved to point out that even though Zuhn'thian and Zua'the both got a promotion, poor He'dtaalh didn't.
