King Jaren paced back and forth in his daughter's sickroom in the medical wing of the imperial palace of the Obsidian Kingdom, his brow furrowed with worry. He had been told repeatedly by Junior Imperial Physician Vale that she was recovering from the sudden faint she had experienced a few days ago, but he was still concerned.
He stopped and looked at his youngest child, who was now awake and smiling at him, but still very pale. "My dear Mana," he said softly. "How are you feeling?"
The young princess looked up at her father and smiled weakly, "I'm feeling a lot better, Papa. Just as Junior Imperial Physician Vale said to you, I just need some rest."
