The next morning, Clara brought the prince his breakfast, and as he ate, she busied herself with cleaning the cottage. The prince watched her as she moved around the room, feeling a mixture of gratitude and discomfort at their situation. The air in the cottage was heavy with unspoken emotions
When he had finished eating, Clara turned to him. "It's time to set your leg," she said. "You need to undress so I can examine your thigh and determine the best way to treat your fracture."
Samuel nodded, feeling a sense of vulnerability as he began to undress. He knew that he had to trust Clara that she was the only one who could help him recover and return to the palace.
As he lay on the bed, he looked up at Clara, his eyes meeting hers. He could see there is no determination in her face.
Samuel's voice was filled with surprise and apprehension. "What? Are you trying to molest me?" he asked, his voice rising. "Are you trying to take advantage of me?"
Clara chuckled and gently tapped his forehead with her finger. "I am your doctor now," she said. "You have to trust me and allow me to examine your injury so that I can help you heal."
Despite her reassurances, Samuel couldn't help but feel nervous. He was accustomed to being in control, to being the one giving orders, and now he was at the mercy of a woman he had once loved and trusted.
The prince took a deep, steadying breath and nodded to himself, attempting to calm his racing heart. He recognized that he had no choice but to place his trust in Clara and permit her to do whatever was necessary to aid in his recovery. Despite the complexities of their situation and the emotions that swirled between them, the prince understood that his well-being and healing were paramount.
As Clara began to examine his leg, Samuel closed his eyes and tried to focus on the sensation of her touch, on the feeling of her hands on his skin. He knew that he had a long road to recovery ahead of him, but he was determined to do whatever it took to get back to the palace and fulfill his duties as the heir to the throne. But suddenly he backed out and told her he is not interested in moving further.
Samuel looked at her, his eyes filled with power and resentment. "You know what? With you, I am powerless," he said. "I found your worth dear to my regard. Don't handle me anymore as your ex-lover. Handle me as if I am the heir. It is an order."
Clara's hands were folded, holding the body of her silk robe. She felt a sense of guilt and discomfort as she looked at Samuel.
She bowed her head, tears welling up in her eyes as she struggled to maintain her composure. Her face felt heavy, and her legs shook with a sense of guilt and discomfort. She remembered their shared past and the love they once had, and the pain of their current situation overwhelmed her.
Without a word, Clara turned and fled the room, leaving the door unclosed behind her. She couldn't bear to face Samuel any longer, to see the resentment in his eyes and feel the weight of her own guilt and regret. She knew that she must fulfill her duty as his caretaker, but in that moment, all she could think about was the love they had lost and the pain they had both suffered.
As the afternoon wore on, Samuel's condition worsened. His leg swelled up, and he was in intense pain. His body ached, and he felt like he was on the brink of death. He couldn't endure the suffering any longer and desperately needed help.
He looked around the room, hoping that someone would come to his aid. The door was still open, but no one seemed to be coming. The heat in the room was suffocating, and he felt like he was in a living hell. He had never experienced such agony in his entire life.
The pain became more and more intense, and Samuel found himself gasping for air as if each breath might be his last. The bright sun continued to shine through the window behind him, heating his back and adding to his discomfort.
Suddenly, the clouds in the sky began to change color, turning from white to a deep, ominous red. It was as if his ancestors were aware of his suffering and were sending a sign to the world. The red clouds were a mysterious phenomenon, and the people in the nearby town were baffled by the sudden change in the sky. Only those in the modernized city had the knowledge and technology to understand the strange occurrence.
As the red clouds filled the sky, Samuel's pain reached a fever pitch. He felt like he was on the verge of collapse, and he knew that he needed help urgently.
As the red clouds filled the sky, a sense of dread and darkness fell over the palace in the main town. The villagers in the market area were filled with fear and confusion, running around as if the end of the world was upon them. It was as if the time of Jesus' return, as promised in ancient prophecies, was finally near.
The dark clouds overhead cast an eerie shadow over the market, and the people fell to their knees, begging for forgiveness and praying for salvation.
Amidst the chaos and confusion, Clara was filled with fear for the first time. She had been crying for hours, worried about the ominous signs in the sky. Despite her fear, she gathered her courage and stood up, wearing a beautiful hanbok that was a mix of yellow and white.
As Clara gazed up at the sky, she was filled with disbelief and fear. The sight of the red clouds and the darkness overhead was terrifying, and she felt a sense of dread as she ran outside to get a better view.
The wind blew fiercely, whipping her long black hair and the fabric of her hanbok around her. She watched in awe as two objects in the sky collided and collapsed against each other. It was a frightening sight, and she realized with horror that the two objects were the sun and the moon.
In her fear and panic, Clara forgot about Samuel and left him unattended. She was mesmerized by the sight of the celestial bodies colliding, and she felt a sense of dread as it seemed like the sun was heading straight towards her.
Clara rushed to the prince's side, surprised to find his voice hoarse and weak as he whispered her name. "Clara..." The room was filled with a chilly breeze from the open windows, and the prince was sweating profusely. Clara noticed that his left leg was swollen and immobile, and she felt a sense of dread wash over her.
The gravity of the situation hit Clara like a wave, and she found herself wandering around the room, touching her head in a panic. Her high-waisted skirt fluttered around her as she grappled with the reality that the prince's condition was worsening. She knew she had to act quickly, but her mind was racing, and she struggled to think of what to do.
The tension in the room was palpable as Clara tried to come up with a solution to save the prince's life.
Without hesitation, Clara rushed to retrieve her first aid kit, a past gift received from the prince when they are still couples. She swiftly tore open his left trouser leg, exposing his injured thigh. With practiced hands, she applied a tourniquet to his upper thigh, leaving his knee bare. Despite not being a trained medical professional, Clara seemed to have some knowledge of how to treat the prince's injury.
Clara gently but firmly manipulated the prince's bone, aligning it back into place. The prince let out a yell of pain, sitting up abruptly and clutching his leg with both hands. Clara watched him with a mix of pity and embarrassment as he cried out in agony.
The prince falls asleep after experiencing intense pain from his injury. Clara, who has been attending to him, takes the opportunity to stitch up his torn trouser leg. She gazes at him worriedly, clearly concerned about his well-being.
Meanwhile, the weather remains unsettled, creating an atmosphere of confusion and uncertainty in the country. Clara spends some time outside, observing two objects in the sky, before returning to take care of herself.
He eventually wakes up, his eyes opening slowly, and Clara enters the room to check on him. She smiles upon seeing him awake and approaches him, addressing him with a warm and caring tone. "I'm glad to see you're awake, my lord," she says, excusing herself from the room before returning to attend to him.
As Clara serves the prince his supper, it's clear that she has developed a caring and compassionate relationship with him. Her concern for his well-being and her gentle manner suggest that she has a strong emotional investment in his recovery.
The prince stood up slowly, surprise registering on .....