Capítulo 361: A Mederian Descent I

Elis's eyelids gradually fluttered open, revealing her striking blue irises. With great effort, she lifted her head from the plush pillow, only to be struck by a sudden, heavy headache.

Wincing, she gingerly pressed her palm against her temple, willing the throbbing pain to subside. Though the discomfort lingered, Elis forced herself to rise from the bed.

As her gaze swept across the familiar surroundings, Elis realised she was in Kiev's bedchamber.

The closed space was eerily quiet, and she appeared to be alone. Glancing down, she was surprised to find herself properly attired in her nightgown, her hand instinctively clutching the knots at her chest.

Elis strained to recall the previous night's events, but her mind remained frustratingly blank. The last thing she remembered was the Mederian Prince's demand that she strip her clothes before him.

Had she obeyed his order and surrendered herself to him?