Chapter 22: Delight in Demise

“She’ll be fine,” Leylin told him, placing a wet cloth on top of Elanor’s forehead. “She’s suffering from a high fever, exhaustion, and a sh*t ton of stress, but she’s not going to die from it.”

Azzoth hated how panicked he’d been the moment Elanor had fainted. When he couldn’t wake her, he rushed her back to the castle. She was such a strong, stubborn thing that it had never occurred to him that she could be felled.

Even on the battlefield when they clashed, both those times when he came out on top she had never once faltered even when she knew he was stronger. She had lived too, even if his hand had been stilled, so he just never thought something so simple could take her out.

Now she was under the covers of her bed, sleeping off everything, looking half dead to the world.

“Oh, calm down, she’s not going to kick the bucket, she literally just needs to rest.”

“I know that.”