Chapter 120

Eleanor watched Conaan, her eyes wide. His eyes were open, his lips parted as he tried to catch his breath, his fingers lightly gripping the sheets.

"Conaan?" She managed to say, her chest heaving with anticipation, tears burning at the back of her eyes. She was almost sure she had heard him call her name as he woke up. She was almost sure....

Slowly, he started to pull himself forward, to a sitting position. She moved, wrapping her hands around him, then helped him sit up. He looked up, his eyes boring into hers, their faces only a mere inch away from each other.

His lips parted as he slowly let his eyes take in all of her face, his brows furrowing.

"Your Highness?"

He swallowed, then looked down to her hands around him, and then to her face again, his eyes slowly blinking.

"I...," he started, his voice faint, weak.

She moved, helping him adjust again. "I shall call the healers to check on you. Thank you. Thank you so much."

Tears bubbled un