46: FREEDOM & A PASSIONATE KISS

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Zara held Scarlet tightly as they walked through the dimly lit corridors, her arm wrapped securely around the injured woman's waist. Scarlet was pale, her breaths shallow, but she refused to show weakness. She never did. Blood had soaked through her tunic, a dark stain spreading across the fabric, and every few steps, she stumbled, her body weakening. 

Zara tightened her grip. "Just a little more," she murmured, trying to reassure both Scarlet and herself. 

They finally reached her chambers, and Zara pushed open the heavy wooden doors. The room was warm, the glow of candlelight flickering against the stone walls. She guided Scarlet to the bed, helping her sit down before rushing to grab clean cloths and a bowl of warm water. 

Scarlet let out a low groan as she leaned back against the pillows. "I've had worse," she muttered, attempting a smirk. 

Zara gave her a sharp look. "That doesn't make this any better."