Book 3.5: Chapter 21
Late at night.
The empress suddenly opened her eyes, looked at her surroundings and sat up. The pain from her wound had stopped. She was left with just fatigue. She undid the bandages on her chest. The frightening wound had already healed and not a scar was left. She chuckled helplessly, wore her clothes on and called out in the tent with nobody but her: “Come out, Vyvyan. I know you’re here.”
A silhouette suddenly appeared from thin air, wearing a long emerald dress instead of the armour worn at noon. She wasn’t armed. Vyvyan whipped her blonde hair and looked at her. Elizabeth shifted her body and pat the spot beside her on her bed. Vyvyan walked over and eloquently sat down.
The two of them didn’t speak. The two women who were furious enough to rip each other apart at noon had now fallen into a peaceful silence.
“Thank you.”
After a long silence, Elizabeth spoke up. She used the elven language to say, “You healed me the same way ten years ago, right? But just like last time, I didn’t feel anything this time.”
“You don’t have to thank me.”
Vyvyan pursed her lips. She then let out a long sigh and said: “Last time it was my responsibility. You stepped into a trap we set up. This time, I personally wounded you, so it’s only right I heal you.”
“But we’re enemies now.”