The next morning, I assisted Sir Walter in changing the bandages of the friends. That was only for the upper half of the body, for the lower house I went out and sawyer replaced me.
Tristan has definitely caused a lot of damage to the prince. It was like he had been tweeting the prints like his punching bag, taking out his anger whenever he wanted to.
But I have not known him to be someone like that. If anything, he was someone who can always appear to be calm and collected.
"When do you think he will wake up?" I asked Sir Walter.
"I have no clue," He answered. "The physician told me that we have been giving him quite strong herbs to subdue his pain. So he might have woken up sometimes and we might not be even aware of it."
"should someone stay with him then?"
