“She’ll be fine,” Leylin told him, placing a wet cloth on top of Elanor’s forehead. “She’s suffering from a high fever, exhaustion, and a sh*t ton of stress, but she’s not going to die from it.”

Azzoth hated how panicked he’d been the moment Elanor had fainted. When he couldn’t wake her, he rushed her back to the castle. She was such a strong, stubborn thing that it had never occurred to him that she could be felled.

Even on the battlefield when they ...