Sir Walter must have been informed by his sons what had conspired with the prince because he had a healer ready by the time we reached the small cottage that was a short distance from the outskirts of the capital.
In the dead of the night, after what I had done, my heart kept on beating in the fear that we would be jumped by someone, or was attacked by a vampire.
The prince's body had to be held down by me and Dorothy. He kept on moving side-by-side as the carriage carried on.
In the dim light of the moon, I could see how his body had been beaten and breast. Blood was Sticking to his skin meaning he had obviously been beaten for a long time and had been left and cared for.
By the time we reached the small cottage slightly into the words, the wind had grown chilly as compared to before. We were well into the night by now.
