"Come here immediately and look at my son's wounds, you stupid old man," my mother said with anger on her face. Honestly, I knew she was more angry at the person behind this assassination than at the healer, but since she didn't know who was behind it yet, she could express her anger strongly for a while.
The palace healer quickly came to my side and started examining my wounds. His concern was evident as he carefully moved his hands over my body. "These cuts are deep but not fatal," he said. "Luckily, no internal organs were damaged."
"Will there be scars?" my mother asked worriedly.
"Some might remain, but most will heal over time," the healer said as he disinfected my wounds. "He needs to rest now."
My mother came closer again and held my hand. "We will not let this go. Everyone who failed to protect you will be punished," she said resolutely.
