*Ciana*
Theo was moved to his room and I went with him. Dottie, the healer, was summoned to check him over. I stood back and watched as she did her job.
She sighed a few times. My heart raced every time and I held my breath.
“Prince Theo is fine,” she said. “He just needs a little time to recover.”
“Are you sure that he is going to be okay?” I wanted to be assured.
“Yes, Miss. If you’re worried, stay with him. You can look after him,” she suggested.
“Yeah, I’ll do that.” I went to the bedside and tucked the covers closer to Theo. Slowly, I smoothed some wrinkles out of his comforter.
He looked peaceful, like he was just asleep instead of unconscious. There was a slight thinness to his face, probably from being starved in the dungeons.
Nita stood at his bedside, opposite of me. She looked at Theo’s sleeping face with a strange expression of mixed emotions.
“He’s going to be okay, Lady Nita,” Dottie smiled at Theo’s mother, but looked puzzled— relieved, but puzzled.
