Three days later...
Arlen thought he was living a nightmare when he woke up on a bed in clean clothes. Someone heard his shuffles as he forced his chest up and entered the bedroom.
"Young flower, you need to rest." It was a male attendant. From his orange appearance, Arlen could tell he was also like him- a flower.
Arlen's throat was sore. He had to slow down when talking. "Luca?"
"The Prince is in a meeting with my King. I've been assigned to take care of you." The servant was quite friendly.
"Oh...but where am I?" Arlen's eyes were a bit heavy to be lifting his head anyhow.
"You're in the capital of Cloverdale. This is one of the guest quarters in the King's abode." The attendant sat on the bed. "You've been asleep for days; you must be hungry."
Arlen flinched when the servant tried to touch his face. "I don't think I have the strength to eat."
"That's alright; I'll feed you."
"When will he be back? I mean the Prince of Damaris."
"I'm sure he'll return soon."
