Chapter 131: Two Faced
When Dune's eyes fluttered open, the first thing he noticed was the ceiling, white marble, etched with golden patterns that shimmered faintly in the soft light.
The bed beneath him felt wrong, too soft and clean. His body, on the other hand, throbbed with pain, every limb felt heavy, his chest tight beneath fresh bandages.
Where the hell am i?
He forced himself to sit up, wincing as fire flared through his ribs. His mind was still foggy, but the images flashed through, Ceremony, Azrael, the pain, the blood.
The door creaked open, and Lady Silvie Ceresey stepped inside. Draped in elegant silks that clung to her figure, she carried herself like a queen even in private. Her hair was perfectly styled, her smile painted with just enough sweetness to feel practiced.
"You're awake."
Her voice was soft, smooth as honey. She walked toward him with careful grace.
"I was starting to worry. You've been unconscious for almost a whole day."
Dune grunted, his hand moving to his side where the pain throbbed worst.
"Where...?"
"You're in the Ceresey estate, of course."