Chapter 49: The Pride of Zenith
I woke up to the sensation of cool, calloused fingers tracing the scars on my chest.
Sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of the Obsidian Bungalow.
Kaelith was propped up on one elbow, watching me with a softness I had never seen in her dark eyes before.
"You survived the night," she teased, a lazy smile resting on her lips.
"Barely," I grunted. I pulled her close for a deep, lingering kiss.
"How do the shadows feel today?"
"Like they finally have a purpose," she answered quietly, resting her head against my shoulder.
"I am yours, Grik. Whoever we fight next, they will not even see my blades coming."
"Good," I said, sitting up and reaching for my clothes.
"Because peace in a place like this never lasts long. We need to stay sharp."
We got ready quickly. I had just finished securing the brass plating of my Vanguard Arm when a heavy knock echoed from the front gates.
It was a Royal Envoy.
