Roxy stood in front of the full-length mirror in the opulent hospital suite, completely shedding the last remnants of the frail, broken ghost she had been.
She slipped into a pair of perfectly tailored, high-waisted linen trousers and a soft, emerald-green silk blouse that Kaelen had procured for her.
The rich color made her green eyes pop and highlighted the healthy, vibrant flush that had finally returned to her cheeks.
She looked healthy. She looked whole. She looked exactly like the reigning Matriarch of the Vanguard empire.
The door of the suite opened, and Zarek stepped inside. The Dragon King paused, his golden eyes sweeping over her restored, magnificent form. A low, appreciative rumble vibrated in the depths of his chest, a sound completely devoid of the crushing panic that had haunted him for months.
"You are ready," Zarek murmured, stepping behind her to gently place his calloused hands on her shoulders.
