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"Carry on, is she alive?" He asked pointing at the queen. Her body was covered in a green cloth. Maybe it's was white, but the green herbs made its green.
"Yes, your highness. The God's spare her life once again" Naana spoke as she applied more of the green herbs to her wound. "But she is still unconscious. The burns are much."
Apollo closed his eyes and thanks the creator for this miracle. Opening his eyes, he asked "hope you heal these wounds? I wish the emperor won't meet his queen in this condition."
"We treat, the creator heal" the physician looked up as if there was someone in the roof. But Apollo understood the phrase. All medicine people say it.
"Fine. Make sure she stays alive" he said, quietly. "We lost the princess. The queen must live."
The old women stopped what they were doing and turned to him. "The Princess?" The both asked, shakily.
It's was hard to believe.
