Chapter 106

One Week Later

"Your Highness?"

Conaan slowly opened his eyes, a small sigh escaping his lips. Eleanor was above him, lightly propped up on her elbow. She let her eyes quickly skim over his face, her hands reaching for him.

He had visibly lost a lot of weight, his eyes sunken, dark circles covering them. He looked weak, yet cold, like he was struggling against two opposite sides of himself.

She swallowed. He had spent the entire week digging in Brandon's death, and there was currently a price for any witnesses. None of his efforts had yielded any results yet, and he had grown even more frustrated, even more livid by the day.

He moved a little, his hand cupping his forehead, a wince passing his face.

"Does it hurt?" She asked, concern lacing her voice.

"It does," he answered quietly. She knew he meant something else, but she said nothing more.

She slowly moved to him, her hand holding his. "How about a soothing bath? I woke up earlier to..."