"Where is the physician?" the voice came out from the depths of hell as someone asked while placing a hand on the knight guarding the royal tent.
The knight turned back with furrowed brows, ready to shoot anyone who dared to touch his shoulders but his eyes widened when he saw the duke Sopheriene standing in front of him with a blood smeared face.
"That… that way. We have a physician there.'' The knight's eyes slowly adjusted to the whole picture and he noticed an injured duchess in his arms.
"But I am not sure if he is so proficient in deep injuries. He is just a junior sent by the palace physician." he added in a haste as Garrison was already leaving.
Many spectators noticed his actions and injured the duchess in his arms. They gasped looking at her face.
In nobles, what matters most was their looks, their pretty face and their allures to keep their husband tied to them. What else a woman could hold for her better future?
