Chapter 65 - Days of Rest - I
Glenn finally crossed the bridge connecting the castle to the royal consort candidate's tower. His legs carried him hurriedly back to his refuge after exhausting days of battle.
His battle mage robe, soaked in sweat and marked by combat tears, seemed to weigh twice as much with each step. His muscles ached, and his mind was tired and lethargic.
As he opened the door to his room, a wave of welcoming warmth and the subtle scent of incense enveloped his senses, like a comforting embrace.
Hera was waiting for him.
She wore a light green silk robe that accentuated her ample bust, with embroidered details reminiscent of alchemical runes. A long slit on the side revealed her shapely thighs, covered by white, semi-transparent thigh-high stockings.
Her brown hair seemed even shinier that night, matching the comforting atmosphere of the room.
Her smile was calm, but her golden eyes sparkled with a mix of relief and admiration as she saw him enter.
"Finally," she said, her voice as soft as a whisper of wind. "You did it, young master, just as I said you would." She walked slowly and enveloped him in a cozy hug.
Glenn smiled wearily, collapsing his body weight into Hera's arms. His head nestled into her shoulder, while his heartbeat slowly began to calm down.
His inner energy was practically depleted, his muscles twitched in sporadic spasms, and his knees struggled to keep him standing.
Hera's agile hands began to work, delicately removing the parts of the robe that had once been magnificent and well-crafted. She unfastened the straps and buckles with precise and careful movements, as if she knew exactly where each piece fit and how to remove it without causing further discomfort.