Lena’s POV Alistair stepped closer, his shadow stretching long across the cream-colored silks of the bed. He reached out and slowly unpinned the heavy ruby collar from my neck, setting it on the table with a soft clink. Then, his fingers moved to the gold crown on my head. He lifted it gently, setting it aside, and ran his hand through my hair, undoing the pins that held my loops in place. "You look far better without the weight of all that on your shoulders, Val'thira," he whispered, his breath warm on my skin. "I feel lighter," I admitted, my voice a bit shaky. "But you... you’re still covered in the mud." "Then help me," he said, his eyes locking onto mine, dark with want. I reached out, my fingers trembling as I undid the buckles of his mud-stained leather spaulders. I pulled the heavy pieces away, letting them thud onto the floor. Next came the light battle-tunic, which was damp and smelled of rain and iron. As I pulled it over his head, I saw the expanse of his chest.
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