Chapter 230: Wyfkeep Castle News.
"Alaric,"
He looked at her, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, his jaw clenched. She was still here. For now, she was still here.
"I need to use the bathroom," Salviana said weakly, trying to sit up.
"What?" he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and concern. "You should rest. I need to call the royal physician—"
"No, I mean..." She hesitated, her cheeks flushing faintly. "I don’t know if it’s strange, but I don’t feel pain anymore. Just...pressure. I need to ease myself."
Alaric blinked, the absurdity of her request momentarily cutting through his panic. Relief mingled with exasperation as he sighed and nodded. "Alright. Let me help you."
He carefully lifted her once again, cradling her against his chest as he carried her to the bathroom. There, he set her down gently and turned away to give her privacy.
When she was done, she reached out for him, her fingers brushing his sleeve. "I need to wash up," she said softly, her voice steadying slightly.
Without hesitation, he helped her into the tub, his movements deliberate and gentle as he ran warm water over her skin.
The sight of her so vulnerable, yet resilient, stirred something deep within him. She leaned into his touch, the tension slowly leaving her body as the water cleansed away the remnants of the ordeal.
Once she was clean and dressed, he carried her back to the bed, tucking her in carefully. The storm outside still raged, but within their chambers, a fragile peace had settled.