"Master, it's time to go down," a cold voice echoed in Zarniya's ears.
Zarniya failed to process her thoughts and slowly got up and went down in the carriage.
She must be exaggerating but she felt so soft, as if she was turned into jelly. It was hard to walk without trembling. He caught her hand, as he placed his arm on her waist. He guided her back to the castle, redirecting them to her bedroom.
"Summon a royal physician, Master has a new wound," he indifferently said to the maids.
Zarniya let him take over because… what else could she say?
His mood swings, would it get worse? One minute he was teasing, one minute he was smiling, the next thing he was mad.
The royal physician came and cleaned the teeth marks wound on her hand and the wound she had to herself during the tea party.
Zarniya was silent the entire time although the wound was stinging she did not say a word of complaint.
