Jemeiah furrowed his brows together when he found from Tove that he could not see Damien. "What do you mean by that? I need to talk to him," Jemeiah said.
"The Prince is sleeping," Tove lied.
"Oh. Tell Prince Damien when he wakes up that I visited him," Jemeiah said and walked away. Tove kept her head down and wondered if Damien would punish her for the lie she just spoke.
Tove brought her hand to her nape and caressed it. Damien's grip on her neck was too tight and she still could feel the pain. It was already an hour, but she didn't know whether Damien was alright or not. If anything happened to him, she would be blamed for not keeping the check.
Gathering her courage, Tove pushed the door open of the main chamber and walked in, after taking a deep breath.
Tove knocked on the door of the bedroom and humbly asked, "Your Highness, may I come inside?"
