Chapter 63: R 18. A wedding night months due...[1]
"Heal me." he repeated softly. "Are you versed in medicine?"
She nodded. "I studied medicine at the Eastern boarder but that is not the healing I am going to do. I am going to use magic."
She placed her wet hands on his chest, he pushed himself back immediately as if he had been struck by lightning. Sigrid was not sure if her was avoiding her touch because he did not want her hands on his body or because she wanted to use magic.
"Your injuries were only healed forty percent at least, I already know that you coughed up blood twice today but you are too busy worrying about someone else’s cough to remember your own." she stated grumpily.
She moved towards him and placed her hands on his chest again. He watched her with wariness and intensity, like a tiger watching another tiger that was a potential opponent.
"I won’t bite." Sigrid laughed.
Light poured from her hands and went into Roland’s chest, he closed his eyes as he felt a gentle warmth invade his body. It was was like the first rays of the sun in the morning, soft and nourishing, comforting and cozy.
It brought relief to his body, melting away the aches. stiffness and weariness of the last months. Roland liked the sensation of her magic coursing through his veins. It met with his own magic, intertwining in a way that he had never experienced before.
Her magic felt like it was alive and it was whispering to his, making promises he couldn’t understand. It felt ecstatic, more wonderful than anything he had ever experience.