You belong to me, only me. Kal thought again.
Valian, what am I going to do with you? Kal was about to unbutton her shirt to head to the bathroom when she heard a subtle knock on the bedroom's front door.
In a second she was at the door and opened it.
A mature maid stood in front of her room. Along with the woman came an old man with neatly braided white hair who looked like a physician.
"Miss Kalina," The old lady began. "I am Malea, the governess of the palace maidens. "His Majesty sent the royal doctor to attend to your wound."
Wound? Ah! The scratch on the shoulder. Oh, Valian... Her heart tried to melt at that detail.
Seconds later, Kalina had managed to dismiss both, the governess and the doctor. The thing was, she was already healed. Yes, she healed faster than anyone else. Such a small wound had disappeared in less than a week of course.
