Chapter 39

I never expected the young prince to nod in agreement. I almost lose my breathing but I able to hold on. Inside me doubt everything. Is he really neee my treatment?

“Your wound doesn't seem so bad,” I said while looking to his chest.

He look at me as if I am some sort of specimen. “You think so?”

I clear my throat and look away. “I mean you are strong young prince. You are the future of the palace, so what's a mere wound could do terrible to your sacred body?”

“I see,” he nodded and look away. His eyes shut up that I found myself looking intently in his paled face. He looks fine, yet he moan as if in a massive pain. That started after he nodded his understanding to what I'm saying. So I'm kind of doubting, he was exaggerating.

“You are a prince for a reason,” I tells him with my consoling voice and tapped his shoulder. “You can heal naturally. I'll pray for that to happened.”

His eyes snap to open, annoyed for some reason. “Heartless,” he cross his arms, eyeing me as if I am so