A week passed in silence and rest, and now, slowly, Strax's consciousness emerged from the depths of sleep. His eyes opened slowly, dazzled by the soft light that penetrated through the windows of the royal suite—a warm, golden light that caressed everything around him.
His body felt light, as if reborn. The muscles that had been tense and burned by magical exhaustion were now firm and vigorous, pulsing with a renewed and wild energy. The sensation was like waking from a long winter into a summer of promise.
Slowly, he turned his head and felt the soft touch that awakened him: the voluminous contours of Scarlet's breasts, pressing against his face with an almost possessive tenderness. She slept beside him, her red hair spread out in a cascade over the sheets, her breathing calm and rhythmic.
Her scent, an intoxicating mix of spice and fire, enveloped him, and a lazy smile formed on Strax's lips.
His gaze then slid around the room, to the others.
