Princess Eleanor sat on the bed as she looked outside in a daze.
"Princess, the medicine," Nia said in a small tone. She was afraid to keep the Princess away from her thoughts.
Princess Eleanor nodded her head as she extended her leg. Her complexion was pale as she struggled to look lively.
Nia bit her lips as she shook her head. She knew the reason why the Princess was looking like a withering flower. Nia looked down at the wound as her eyes widened. "Princess did you .."
"Shh.." Princess Eleanor said as she looked at her lady in waiting with wide eyes. "Nia, be mindful of the place. We are not in the Angevin Kingdom. We are in the Roulux Empire, a place more dangerous. And on top of it, we are at the temple."
Nia took a deep breath as she nodded her head. "I understand Princess but this. Why does it feel like the wound is not healing at all? It looks more fresh," Nia said in a whisper but the panic in her tone was visible.
