When Claude opened his eyes, he felt a pain in his abdomen and then he remember the wounds that he had inflicted upon himself he just wished that the wounds were not life-threatening back then he had stabbed himself in haste.
"You are up." He heard a woman's voice and looked to the side to see none other than first princess Iyana tending to his wounds. What an honor this was, after all it was not every day that you get a princess to tend your wounds.
"Your Highness." he said and Iyana answered, "I have cleaned your wounds. Mother left you here, and I opted to nurse you."
Claude nodded and slowly sat up, while Iyana asked, "That wound was self-inflicted, wasn't it? If it was, then it was too deep."
"It had to look real. I can't just scratch myself and go her, because if your mother had even the slightest doubt on me then she would use very creative ways to inflict wounds on me" he said.
Iyana stared at him before she asked, "What's the plan?"
