The Lycan King’s Healer – Chapter 63
We woke up the next morning at the brink of dawn.
I could no longer await to see what the salve had done to the wound. When I rubbed it on last night, it applied very thinly despite the thick look of the ointment. Clement did not leave instructions on how often to apply, but I assumed once would be enough. I had a servant go down to the library and await Clement’s arrival so that I could confirm instructions, but the servant did not return until hours later in the early afternoon.
Aldrich and I were still in bed when the servant announced that Clement never came back to the library.
fter he concocted the antidote on his own.
ame. I frowned, looking to him for any signs of pain or disappointment, but he grinned at me instead.
ot better than I have in awhile,” he said, then sat up abruptly. “I feel so great that I want to go on another d
ve a day of planning to make up with Alan?”
e can wait,” he said as he practically
ything as well.
“but not the boy I was once.”
y to your brain?”
r to him. Aldrich bent down to quietly consult with the man before the servant nodded then briskly exited the room.
to the floor from my elbows.
e promised me with that beloved boyish grin.
As the maids were touching up my hair, someone stormed into the room out of the corner of my eye. “So we’ve chosen to forgive her?”
eyes.
round much easier today?”
d warrior looked rather charming, his hair swooped nicely and his freckled cheeks flushed. He wore a nice tunic and trousers, and his posture was rod straight.
triumphant smirk.
d.
d morning, Cathy,” h
re lucky I’m occupied righ
looking toward Aldrich. “You’re going to permit her to threaten me?”
’s entertaining.”
threats,” I snapped. “I bring you back from the dead and you give me the silent treatment?”
seriousness before turning to Aldrich, “and I don’t think you should either.”
dmitted, sighing.
anded in the same tone I s
reatened,” I said, reminding him of the note.
ly disappeared after concocting the salve,” Adrich observed.
” I countered as the maid finished styling my hair. “Can we
his was when I started to become suspicious, but I remained quiet, not wanting to disturb what surprise he had planned. The day was beautiful, and I treasured the last shreds of warm sun there would be for awhile, for December was approaching when it drastically cooled. We weaved through the sun soaked trees and over the dead leaves and even had to leap over a thin stream, and he held my hand the entire time.
that were outside of the estate.
Instead of green, it was purple
detect it. The sun glowed on the plants through a willow, and it made them even more vivid in color. I had ever seen something so beautiful; my gardens paled in comparison.
a bottle of red.
’s beautiful,” I breathed out, tripping over my feet
looking around, memories flashing in his eyes.
un glimmered down on the purple enhancing the hue. I sipped on the red wine and he asked me to dance. I agreed, and he twirled me through the lavender field, looking at me like the sight before us paled in comp
e-being-ravaging feeling come down over me. I looked up at him after he twirled me and just stopped dancing to stare, placing m
ge to lift his shirt to check the wound. I was his mate, not his mother; I would allow for us to en
me. I laughed at how enthusiastic he spoke, realizing I had never seen him this joyous an
he swayed us.
I wonder?” he said, l
h grin, the same one that I did in fact already fall in love with.
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