Suddenly, the door opened, and I sat up in bed. My cheeks flushed when Tynan walked into the room, his slightly damp hair shined in the bright light. So incredibly tall in his black flying leathers. His eyes searched the room and quickly landedon my face and then shifted lower. Right then, I realized that I was only partially dressed. The strap of my white silk undershirt had slid down my shoulder, and my hair was a tangled mess. I immediately covered up, feeling incredibly self conscious.
How long would it take me to feel calm with Tynan around? I had no idea, but that day was not today. I could only hope it comes soon.
“How do you feel?” He approached the bed.
His eyes were soft, tender and full of emotions, so different from the eyes of the warrior king he portrayed earlier. He was always different with me, and to be honest, it would pain me to see him looking at anyone else this way.
“Good. How long was I asleep?” I asked.
“Almost twenty four hours.” He carefully picked up a lock of my hair and rubbed it between his fingers.
“Twenty four hours? Why didn’t you . . ? I have to see?—”
“No,” he calmly stated.
“No?”
“You don’t have to do anything.”
“But—”
Tynan leaned over, and his mouth brushed against mine. Every argument that was ready to leave my lips suddenly vanished, and I got distracted by his proximity. A strip of golden light painted the edge of his brow and the corner of his left eye, changing its color to the warmest amber. His familiar scent of leather and steel filled my head and my skin flushed. Tynancarefully studied my face, and his gaze really confused me. I dropped back on the pillows, clenching the blanket in my hands.
“I want you to rest as much as you need.”
“But, Sage may need me.” I protested.
“Sage? No. I don’t think so.”
“Are you upset?” I looked up, too worried to postpone this conversation.
“About what?”
“Everything... that I took over while you were unconscious.” I wanted to add, ‘that I made you marry me’, but I was too much of a coward to bring it up.
“You did what you thought was the best option.” His eyes roamed my face.
Does he know? Did Sage tell him? How could it be that he still did not know that we were married.
“And you’re fine with that?”
“Do you want to ask me something?” He pressed his hand against the mattress really close to my hip, shortening the distance between us.
I stayed silent. I would prefer to have this conversation when I was properly dressed, rather than being in my nightgown with a crow's nest on my head.
“Are you hungry?” Tynan asked.
“I . . . I’m not sure yet.”
“Alright.”
“How do you feel?” I asked.
“Fine,” he said before moving to the door and opening it to say something to a servant that was waiting in the corridor.
I looked around, not seeing my flying suit anywhere. Did I take it off before I fell asleep? No matter how hard I tried, I could not remember.
Then Tynan returned. I watched him walk through the room. He appeared to be fully healed. There were no visible restrictions to his movements. He looked exactly the way I was used to seeing him. He carefully sat on the bed beside me. The desire to touch him was nearly impossible to ignore.
