"King Atticus, I have to―"
"Go, you're unneeded here," Atticus ordered, and Leonora was so relieved that Atticus allowed her to go that she didn't even take offense to his patronizing comment, nor at the fact that he basically ordered her around like she was his subject. She merely nodded and vaulted herself back on the horse, making a mad dash straight for the palace.
Atticus frowned. He wanted the horse for the return trip back to the palace, but then he supposed he didn't need it as much as Leonora did. If Leonora thought he was going to stay behind and handle the infected, she wasn't as smart as Atticus thought her to be. Then again, Atticus couldn't fault her for her lapse in judgment in such extenuating circumstances.
"What happened to Prince Silas?" Atticus asked the maid. "Did he die?"
"No, Your Highness. He went on a rampage in the infirmary!" the maid exclaimed. "Princess― Queen Daphne told me to call for Princess Leonara to handle it."
