Chapter 94

Scarlett's POV The room was quiet, and Lucien's breathing was steady beside me. The bed smelled faintly of clean linen—he must have changed it last night while I was asleep. After all, I had passed out during our intimate intercourse. I didn't even know how I had managed to last for a whole damn day doing that with him, and now I could barely move a muscle. There was no part of me that wasn't sore, yet, strangely, I felt a warmth in my chest at the thought of him taking care of me while I slept. I stirred against him, blinking groggily as dawn light spilled through the curtains. I noticed that he had changed my clothes too. I was about to move when his arm suddenly tightened around my waist, pulling me back to his chest. "Awake?" he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. "B...Barely." Damn. I couldn't even recognize my own voice. It felt like I had been shouting for hours, and it was even worse than commanding the warriors all day. "G...Gods, I feel like I fought a war." He paused