Killian helped Heinrich pull the knife out of his chest. August knelt on the ground and dared not peek at Heinrich. The Princess frantically walked all around his room, distracting everyone with her.
"Sofia," Heinrich called her with a sigh, "Can you sit down?"
She stopped to look at him, "Are you serious? Should we not be calling a physician?" She asked in concern.
"I would have fainted if I needed a physician." Heinrich scoffed, "Calm down. Your bodyguard took the knife out. The wound will close within minutes."
And just like he said, the wound closed before their eyes. They could see his skin through the torn shirt. The barriers of his skin united as if there was never a wound there.
The Princess finally sat down.
"There is no one here. You can speak." Heinrich softly uttered to the boy.
August looked up slightly, pointing his sharp eyes at Killian and the Princess.
