34. A Place that holds Pain

Myra

I opened my eyes to stare at a wooden ceiling of what possibly could be a carriage. My ears picked up the sound of hooves and the occasional sound of a whip. It was then that I realised gentle fingers carding through my hair and that my head was pillowed on someone's lap. I vaguely remembered the pain and my screaming after which everything else was hazy. I groaned as the carriage lurched slightly and immediately the hand that was caressing my hair, wrapped around my stomach protectively from preventing a fall. 

The pain had dulled and my mind cleared gradually. "Damian?" I called, knowing that no one else would tend to me like he did. No one else would dare to. "Yes?" came the soft reply. Something had shifted between the two of us. Even though we had confessed, we never got to talk about it after that. The rhythmic sound of the wheels and the hooves made me feel drowsy. 

"What happened?" I asked. My tongue felt too heavy for wor