His pale lashes slowly fluttered open to the golden sunlight streaming through the tall windows of the chamber.
For a moment, Yuta felt peaceful. Then, he tried to roll to the side, only for the ache to hit his whole body. It worsened when he tried to sit up; his cramped body disallowed even the slightest movement.
"Ah!" The weak groan escaped him as his body betrayed him.
It hurts. No, it was more than hurt, his body still burned like Lord Elrien was still inside him.
Yuta collapsed back into the pillows, clutching the sheets. A bead of sweat dampened his brow as he gazed at the polished ceiling, regretting coming awake.
Was it supposed to hurt like this or did that demon actually tear something within him?
His body was very tender in the parts where the silk sheets grazed his chest, and the heavy ache particularly on his backside told him exactly why he could not move.
