Nevertheless, a promise is a promise. She didn't realize he was holding her hand so tightly. She tried to remove it but he wouldn't let her go. She was stuck beside him. She would get a full view of it.
"Are we ready,Your Majesty?" Healer asked calmly.
She nodded her head 'yes'. Not sure her words would come out. She watched as the two women worked. One held golden linen scissors in her hands while the other started sitting vials along with empty wooden bowls on the nearby table. The healer stood at the head of the bed. Princess Beatrice didn't know what to expect.
"Your Majesty, we're not just cleaning. His Royal Highness... his wounds. I will be chanting an incantation of protection."
" Why?" She asked.
