"Tell me quickly, is he going to be alright?" Jasmine met the gaze of the old physician who was tending to Arthur's injuries. "He... He looks pale."
"Yes, your highness, he's lost a lot of blood, but he seems to be a warrior; he's a strong lad. He'll pull through," the man reassured her, making sure to secure the bandage carefully on Arthur's arm. "He needs to rest now," the man was saying as he stood up from the bedside. "I'll be leaving now, your highness. I'll be back tomorrow to check up on him."
"Alright, if anything happens, I'll have the guards alert you."
The physician bowed his head before taking his leave.
Jasmine wasted no time making her way towards the bedside. She sat down on her bed next to Arthur's body. She drew a heavy sigh as she recalled the moment an hour ago. She had thought it was finally the end, that she was going to die. She hadn't expected, Arthur to shield her and take the hit of the arrow.
