Liam felt it was a pity the girl had to die and the person who sent her did not get caught. He wondered how they knew that girl was his type.
If they had sent anyone else, he would rather become a monk than sleep with them but they knew he had a soft spot for women who had everything he wanted in his woman.
He concluded that either he shared the same taste with the late prince or she used magic to make him see his perfect woman in her.
He stood up from the bathtub after enjoying enough uninterrupted time in the bathtub. It was all because he felt lazy. He wanted to remain there forever rather than ride a horse for another long day's journey under this sun he could use to fry eggs comfortably.
When he returned to the room, the doctor was there and the room had been returned to its normal state. The knight kept looking at him as though he was looking at a ghost.
He did not feel offended as he lay on the bed to let the doctor treat his wounds. He was a ghost in someone else's body so he was just accepting who he was without feeling offended.
The man's face was so pale he wanted to tell the man to leave the place as he did not want anyone who looked more like a ghost than himself around.
It took the doctor a few minutes to touch around before his face became pale too and he looked like he would pass out anytime soon.
He looked at the man and smiled encouragingly as he did not want the middle-aged man to die on his body and he might never get his wound stitched.
"You should treat me normally and not like I should be dead," he told the man with a casual tone to ease the man's tension he saw in the man's shoulder and the shakiness of his hands.
That only made the man's shoulder shake more and he broadened his smile only to make the man paler than a sheet of paper, well if that was possible.
"I will die if you do not take this seriously. Your hands are shaky, you should treat me better seeing that I ought to be dead," he told the man more seriously as he wanted to man to do well with the stitching.
The man's hand holding the needle shook like the tail of a rattlesnake that Liam felt there might be a need for them to get him another doctor.
He sighed tiredly and closed his eyes to give the poor man some time to regain his mind. he only prayed the man does not mess up his skin like a toddler learning needlework.
When the man did nothing for a few minutes, he opened his eyes and met the man's gaze. "What happened, doctor?" he asked the man.
"The knife did not go in too deep," the man stammered as sweat dripped down his brow.
Liam nodded first to acknowledge that he heard what the man said but he froze afterward. The man was long enough to have its end come out of his back so how did the knife not go in too deep?
The woman did not bury the whole blade in his body but she buried more than half of it. He was baffled and he liked the surprise. Was it magic? But he was told that he had no magic as the prince.
He closed his eyes with a smile lifting the corners of his lips. He was no longer worried about the man giving him a bad tattoo with his needle as he had just discovered that he had superpowers.
Well, who would not smile after knowing such good news?
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The journey for that day began and although he believed his new magic powers would protect his hips and waist from feeling so much pain after riding a horse for more than twelve hours, he still ended up sore and the sun must have left a burn on his forehead as he could feel it hurt.
He might not be a girl but he cared a lot about his appearance. A scar on his cheeks would not be as bad as having a large black patch on his forehead.
He rubbed the part and grimaced. He took back his jubilation. Alas, his crazy healing ability could not protect him from a simple sunburn and soreness from the ride.
He felt gloomy as he followed the man into the inn. It was a great pleasure for him that the town they were in was not as hurt as that desert. It was a lot cooler.
He was assisted when bathing with skillful massages from women he believed were beautiful but he did not need anyone to warn him about inviting them to his room.
His guards were not worried about his life as they all went about their lives as though they were praying that he gets hurt.
He looked at his stomach when he stepped out of the bathtub and got wrapped in a towel. He smiled at the girl who had helped with the pillow and walked out of the room while hoping she does not stab him from behind.
It was only when he got to his room, that he realized that the incident had traumatized him so badly. He was too busy or too lazy to take notice of that but it was there and it stayed even after the wound got miraculously healed.
His stomach was not the only thing that was stabbed but so was his sex life. Would he ever be able to be with a girl without believing that she had intentions to bury her knife in him instead of the other way round?
Have you ever had the feeling that there was someone so close but you cannot see them? Like an animal alert and ready to attack, he stood up from the bed he had laid on to sleep.
The hairs on his body stood up as he stretched his hand forward but he could only look around as he did not know which direction the person will attack from.
The person seemed to have filled the whole room with his or her presence. "Who are you?" he asked as he turned left and right expecting an attack anytime soon.
He was beginning to hate the idea of magic. If he could see the person, he would not be so scared or perhaps he was simply hallucinating.