When Tynan sensed Melina would not explode again because she had turned utterly silent, he pulled from the embrace wanting to say something but his eyes widened when he saw her eyes closed.
She was already asleep? That was a bit off.
He placed a hand on her forehead and noticed it was burning. Slightly worried, he looked at the door but knew he couldn't do what he wanted to do. Her crying was probably what caused her temperature to rise like this so he would simply let her rest till daybreak. By then, the physicians would also be awake to check up on her and help her.
He slowly let her frail body lie on the mattress and positioned the cushion well to fit her head before he caressed her hair again and tucked in some strands of her red hair that were scattered about because of her struggle earlier behind her ears.
'Red hair. She is a redhead!' A memory jolted inside his head as he stared at her hair. Red hair...
He had never heard there was anything wrong with someone who had red hair before but he knew Nabal very well. He was a creepy herbalist who hid under the disguise of a meat seller.
If Nabal had reacted like that to something considered trivial, it simply meant there was an underlying meaning or significance of it and he couldn't help but wonder.
Nabal was very discreet about whom he communicated with which was something Tynan noticed so he didn't like pushing questions too much on him or the man might as well push him away from himself. That was why he didn't press further that day at the market.
He had more important things he needed from the fellow so it was best he left it at that.
When he regained his stance, he looked through the floor-to-ceiling window of the room and realized he had spent time unduly in the infirmary. The wardens would probably be wondering what happened to him by now since he wasn't out yet.
He cursed under his breath and with one last look at Melina, he sprinted out of the room through the entrance he came through.
He rushed down the stairs, still on high alert in case he saw anyone passing the corridors and as he guessed, he saw a shadow coming from his left. Swiftly, he hid behind a tall pillar that covered him whole from the latter's notice.
He wasn't planning on getting caught or seen as suspicious after his brutal attempt to get here. Still very hurt from the cut on his wrist, it was hard to completely pay attention to where the person was moving toward and he didn't realize the person had already turned to the side of the pillar and was now approaching where he hid.
Still oblivious, when he didn't hear any more footsteps and thought the person was far gone, he now turned around ready to run past the entrance gates when he suddenly crashed dangerously with the person.
The crash was so sudden that if the person on the other side wasn't sharp and smart enough to counter the attack, they would both have fallen shamefully to the ground like two small children.
Tynan let out a cry of agony as he staggered backwards almost falling to the ground. It was like the person had thought he was about to attack him and quickly used his hands to block the attack, almost shifting Tynan's injured wrists.
Tynan used his right hand to hold his left wrist which had suffered from the collision in pain. He didn't even spare the person a glance as his full concentration was on his injured hand.
"Tynan," Prince Leon called his name surprised. He was about to ask him what he was doing there but saw his left wrist bleeding and his eyes widened. He took a long stride before he reached where Tynan was with his body folded.
Then he grabbed his wrists which were bloody...or more like soaked with blood.
"Why would you walk carelessly in the passageways when you have such an injury?" Leon asked him in slight annoyance and worry for his servant, automatically thinking he was majorly here to treat his wound.
Tynan, however, didn't reply and just kept trying to dampen his pain by pressing his lips in a thin line.
Leon now looked angrily at him but then his gaze softened.
He had managed to escape Jordyn's clutches from his quarters a while ago with the excuse that he had some training to do with Matthew in preparation for the upcoming war.
Though it was true and he had intended to train with Matthew after freshening up this evening, his mind was occupied with something else...someone else he was more interested in.
'So unlike the Crown Prince, planning to suddenly retire from his training for the night. Perhaps something is dragging his attention,' Matthew had taunted him after he had lied that he wanted to take some rest for the day.
'You need to stop assuming things in that head of yours, Matthew,' he warned him with a straight face when deep down he already knew what Matthew was thinking after what transpired this evening.
'Assuming things?' Matthew snorted. 'You are the only one assuming anything here, My Lord.' he retorted.
Leon had not been in the mood to argue with him or play along with his little chit-chat so he ignored him and came to the infirmary. After carrying the naive girl this evening, his mind had been a total mess and he had to admit that he felt condemnable when he started thinking more of her instead of concentrating on his training like he was supposed to.
More images of the night he helped her when her head had been injured and she had blacked out, flooded his memories, somehow dulling his sanity and for some reason, he was here...just like that.
"Let me help you to the physician," Prince Leon offered Tynan knowing that he was the one who had caused his pain but the young man's eyes quickly widened and he shook his head instantly.
"No, My L-lord, I'll be fine," Tynan said taking deep breaths as he endured the pain. "I'll just go back to the practitioner who helped me earlier now," he said.
Leon stared at him apprehensively wondering what was wrong with him and though he could perceive a bit of suspiciousness in Tynan's behaviour, he ignored it because he noticed the man was hurt.
"Then what are you waiting for? You should go before it gets any worse. Carry on," Leon nudged him and saw him bow dramatically before he walked over to one of the rooms in the infirmary.
Prince Leon heaved a deep sigh inwardly before he went up the stairs where the maid had been taken. He knew deep down that he was supposed to help this servant of his with his injury since he was the one responsible for his plight but his mind was not settled enough to pay attention to him. Instead, his focus was on something else.
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I have changed the synopsis of this book and will be adding an excerpt soon. You can check the book's about to see it and tell me if you liked it. I tried to make it more inviting.😊