Chapter 49

Darius’s POV- Novaria

The room was dim despite the number of lamps placed around it.

Thin smoke curled from the trays set along the walls, carrying the scent of crushed herbs and burning incense that clung to the air and refused to leave. It was meant to soothe, meant to aid recovery, meant to calm the body and mind after injury.

It did none of those things.

Darius lay on the bed, his head angled