บท 152: Silver Blood Horse Den

Seeing Sapphira's face so close to his and her eyes wandering over his face, he raised both eyebrows.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking." 

Sapphira's response made him short of words. 

She got to her feet, walked to the table, and brought back a cup of steaming tea. 

"Take. It will replenish your strength." 

Asher took the cup, brought his nose close to it, and raised an eyebrow. 

"What's this?" 

"It's green tea. I made it from the herbs in my garden." 

"Oh." Asher sipped it, and his eyes flickered. He felt a warm current flowing down his oesophagus.

While he was relishing the green tea, Sapphira walked past the bed and pushed the curtains aside, and the sunlight flooded the room, which was lit up by a floating lamp.

A relic Asher was curious about.

"You've made the town a beautiful place. No one would know of the great battle we fought here." Gazing at the townscape, she spoke softly.