UNFINISHED BUISNESS

The morning light hit him making his eyes open and the first thing that hit him was a wave of headache. He sat up, groaning and that was when he realized he was on the sofa. He frowned before looking back only to get surprised upon finding Sheharzaad there. "Sheharzaad?" He whispered to himself, trying to recall how she reached here. And as instinct his eyes went to her hands and a satisfaction came over his face upon finding his mark still over there. He stood up and came across his reflection in the mirror. There was blood on his shirt as glimpses of last night began to appear in his mind. But he could only remember the parts in the torture cell yet how, when and why Sheharzaad was here, he still couldn't recall. He ought to ask it from his servant, Khan to apprise him of his orders and went to the washroom to take a bath. He appeared from the restroom, rubbing a towel against his damp hair as water trickled down his torso that was on display. He found her sleeping. Still and sound.