"The greatest healing therapy is friendship and love."
-Hubert H. Humphrey
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Ysabel tried not to hiss. But at every gentle swab of the ointment applied on the red marks left by the thin branch on her skin, she flinched.
Hinrik's hot breath soothed the aftereffect. Still, there was a slight stinging pain that lingered when he stopped blowing on Ysabel's skin.
While the prince tended to her wound, Ysabel stared at him.
'For old time's sake,' she repeated his words in her head.
In her past life, she had been naïve, blinded by her father's example.
"You can always choose to find the good in others. Hate the sin but not the sinner."
'I can't believe I have lived up to my father's expectations more than my mother. But all of that has changed now.'
Ysabel took a deep breath.
'All of it except for my feelings toward Hinrik.'
