The Healing Begins (18+)

Arthur led Helena behind the rocky outcrop, his grip firm and unyielding. The moment they were out of sight, he turned to her.

"The energy transfer is… intimate," Arthur began. "It requires a deep connection—skin to skin, body to body. Are you ready?"

Helena hesitated, her hands trembling. "If it's for Cassius… I'll do anything."

"Good," Arthur said, his voice softening just enough to make her trust him. "Take off your dress. The chemise stays for now."

Helena's cheeks flushed, but she obeyed, unfastening her dress and letting it fall to the ground. The cool night air brushed against her skin, but Arthur's presence kept her from feeling cold.

"Now, place your hands on my chest," Arthur instructed, his voice steady.

Helena did as she was told, her palms pressing against the firm muscles beneath his tunic. The moment they touched, a jolt of energy surged between them, making her gasp.