Open Wounds (Part 2)
Lith's paranoia was like a disease, spreading and infecting all those who worked for or with him. Even the member of the Queen's Corps were seconds away from blasting him down with their wands.
"Hi, Mom. I'm home." He opened his arms for a hug while crossing the threshold.
"Lith! What a wonderful surprise. I wasn't expecting you at all." Elina dropped the quill she was checking the farm's accounts with and ran to welcome him.
She was a graceful woman in her late thirties, but thanks to Lith's treatments she didn't look a day past thirty. She was well endowed in all the right places, with a fit body honed through hard work.
Elina's shoulder-length hair was of beautiful light-brown color, with shades of red highlighted throughout. The sunlight coming from the windows made her hair look like there were flames dancing within.