Chapter 65

Conaan woke up with a start, a pain he was now familiar with ripping through his chest. Luckily, the bed was empty, and he immediately left it, running briskly towards the private bath house in his chambers.

He rarely used it. While it was all covered and would give him more privacy, he preferred to clear the guards and every other person around the area of the bigger one.

It offered a stunning view of the sky above him, and he simply liked the vastness.

For this, however, he could not go too far.

He opened the door, leaning his weight heavily on it. The knob gave way, however, and he fell to his knees, his hair falling even more out of place than Eleanor's caring hands had left it.

He coughed, feeling his body go hot as he managed to pull himself to the water. He had barely got there, when the blood spurted out of his mouth, coloring the edge of the smaller bath pool.

His head felt almost nonexistent, his entire body feeling fluid under him.

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