"I know where she is!" Ottilia came running in her horrible and battered state. Fortunate to catch the Crown Prince and the red head in the courtyard upon her entrance.
Servyn had his brows furrowed in alert immediately, from the way she appeared.
And for the first time, he had another expression on his face apart from the one of indifference and nonchalance. It was worry.
"What happened?" He asked her the moment she spilled the report in a hurry. "Is she alright?"
Ottilia coughed a great fit. On her missed step she fell right into Servyn's arms and was graciously thankful he was not greedy to deny her the help she so desperately needed.
Servyn held the clearly unconscious girl in his hold as his stern eyes with curiosity gazed upon her. He evidently became more worried because of her physical condition. Could it be that his Hermione was in danger?
