"I'll see if I can find someone," Hazelle suggested, placing her hand on the doorknob.
She couldn't return to her maiden home. Her father would just send her straight back into the palace, probably knocked out and bound. If Alistair was to find out that she had attempted an escape, he wouldn't spare a thought before having her killed.
Or worse, tortured.
Just the thought of it had Hazelle breaking out in cold sweat. She took in a few breaths in an attempt to calm her jittery nerves. Slowly, she turned the doorknob, prepared to dash down the corridor and disappear into the night once she was out of hearing distance.
"I'll be right back―"
"I don't need quack doctors!" Alistair roared.
