He called Her Helena

Acantha's breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to make sense of the immense power that had just coursed through her veins.

Her fingers trembled, still clutching the sword tightly. The air around her crackled with residual energy, and the ground beneath her feet bore scorch marks due to the booming force she had unleashed. Darkness crept at the edges of her vision, and she felt her legs give way.

Before she hit the cold, hard ground, strong hands caught her. Her world spun, and the last thing she remembered before succumbing to the deep sleep was the warmth of Ghod's touch and the concerned look in his eyes.

When Acantha woke, she found herself in an unfamiliar yet comforting environment. She first noticed the soft, luxurious bed beneath her, contrasting the forest floor she had last been conscious of.

The room was dimly lit, and as her eyes adjusted, she recognized it as Ghod's bedroom. She tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through her head, forcing her to lie back down with a groan.

"Acantha," came Drakon's voice, filled with worry. He was instantly beside her, gently pressing a cool cloth to her forehead. "You're awake. How are you feeling?"

Acantha winced. "Like I got hit by a truck. What happened?"

Ghod's jaw tightened slightly, but he didn't answer her question directly. "You were out cold when I found you. I brought you back here to rest. Do you remember anything?"

Her mind was a jumbled mess of memories and sensations. The sword, the surge of power, the way the very earth seemed to respond to her command. "I remember being in the woods, training... and then... something happened. Something big."

Ghod nodded, his eyes filled with concern. "Whatever it was, it drained you completely. You need to rest."

Acantha wanted to protest and demand answers, but her body was too weak to argue. She let Ghod's gentle care wash over her, closing her eyes as he continued to tend to her. The headache was relentless, but his presence was a balm, soothing her nerves.

For the rest of the day, Acantha drifted in and out of sleep, her body aching and her mind racing with unanswered questions.

Ghod was always there, never far from her side, ensuring she was comfortable, bringing her food and drink, and watching over her with an intensity that warmed and worried her.

She wondered why he couldn't just let the maid take care of her, and she thought of Meliana, how he had let her stay in the mansion and chose to defend Meliana over her. Now, he was caring for her, leaving her in total confusion.

"Ghod," she whispered at one point, catching his hand as he adjusted her pillows. "Why are you being so... nice to me?"

He looked at her, his expression softening. "Because you are my Luna, Helena."

His words sent a flutter through her heart, but she was too exhausted to dwell on it. Instead, she squeezed his hand and let the darkness take her once more.

By the next morning, Acantha felt significantly better. The headache had dulled to a faint throb, and her strength was returning. She sat up slowly, testing her muscles and finding them sore but functional. She glanced around the room, noticing Ghod asleep in a chair nearby, his head resting on his hand.

A smile tugged at her lips. He was so handsome and fragile as he slept. She looked at his lips, which she had come to love kissing. As much as she wanted to wake him and tell him she felt better, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

She enjoyed the attention, the way he doted on her. It was a rare side of Ghod she seldom saw, and she wanted to savor it a little longer.

She quietly slipped out of bed, stretching her limbs and wincing at the lingering aches. Her thoughts drifted back to the woods, to the surge of power that had overtaken her. What had happened? She had never experienced anything like it before, and the lack of an explanation gnawed at her.

As she moved around the room, she caught sight of her reflection in a mirror. Her skin was pale, and there were dark circles under her eyes, but she looked otherwise unharmed. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to piece together the fragments of her memory.

Ghod stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "Acantha? What are you doing out of bed?"

She turned to him with a guilty smile. "I'm feeling better. I am. Just a bit sore."

He was by her side instantly, his hands on her shoulders. "You should still rest. Whatever happened out there took a lot out of you."

"I know," she said softly. "But I can't just lie around all day. I need to figure out what happened."

Ghod's eyes darkened with concern and something else she couldn't quite place. "Let's take it one step at a time. Right now, you need to regain your strength."

She nodded, appreciating his protectiveness even as her curiosity burned. "Alright."

Ghod's piercing eyes softened as he looked at her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Alright now, go back to bed."

She walked back to the bed, and his gaze never left her body.

The next few days passed in a blur of recovery. Acantha regained her strength, but the memory of the power she had unleashed in the woods haunted her.

She couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed within her, something she didn't fully understand yet.

Ghod continued to be a constant presence, his care and attention was consistent. He brought her meals, sat with her, and ensured she had everything. It was a side of him she had never seen so openly, and it warmed her heart.

One evening, as they sat together in the room, she asked, "Where is my sword?"

He hesitated, his eyes meeting hers with worry and reluctance. "Acantha, I... hope you are not thinking of going out again. I won't allow that; as for your sword, it's back to where it belongs, the training ground."

Her breath caught in her throat. "I don't understand. You won't cage me."

Ghod didn't say anything. He just walked out of the room, leaving Acantha to her thoughts.

Acantha's mind raced, trying to process what happened in the woods. The surge of power, the way the earth and sky had responded to her command. It was all so overwhelming, so inexplicable.

Ghod walked back in with a cold drink and handed it to her.

"Thank you," she said, wondering how he knew she was thirsty.

She looked at him with gratitude. "Thank you, Ghod. For everything."

He smiled a rare, genuine smile that lit up his face. "You're welcome, Helena."

She dropped the cup on the coffee table and looked at him with surprise

"You called me Helena, how do you know it's my name" Acantha asked

"Well I have my ways" Ghod said with a grin

Acantha felt overwhelmed, does he know I killed my brother and how did he get to know my real name. She thought it's better not to ask anymore.

She sat on the bed and lay back down, exhaustion once again pulling at her.

Acantha felt peace settle over her. She didn't have all the answers yet, and as she drifted off to sleep.