Third Person's POV
As the potion she didn't recognise coursed down her throat, a wave of gentle, revitalizing heat bloomed in her stomach and spread through her limbs and, most importantly, soothing the sharp, stinging ache between her legs.
Soon, the deep, throbbing soreness and waves of pain from her lower body began to lessen and were replaced by a comfortable warmth.
As the color returned to her cheeks and strength to her limbs, Ethan kept her close, his hand still a warm, possessive weight on her belly.
He lowered his head, and his lips brushed the shell of her ear as he finally answered her original question, his tone intimate and confessional.
"My name is not Eryndor... It is a name I use when I must hide. My true name is Ethan."
He paused, letting the truth settle into her heart.
"And the magic you saw... it is known as the Nether Dark Rites. It's a forbidden magic spell... taught to me by my master long ago."
