Forty two

Prince Simon’s point of view

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as I watched Princess Golder fight for her life. I never left her side, my heart heavy with the weight of her suffering.

Our healers worked tirelessly, using all their knowledge and skill to heal her wounds. And slowly but surely, she began to recover.

At first, she was barely conscious, her breathing shallow and weak. But then, little by little, she began to regain her strength.

I watched in amazement as her wounds slowly began to heal, her bruises fading and her cuts closing up. And every day, I felt my heart fill with hope, knowing that she would recover.

As the weeks went by, Princess Golder grew stronger and stronger. She began to move around more, sitting up in bed and even taking short walks around our camp.

And every time she made progress, my heart swelled with pride and joy. For I knew that she was a fighter, and that she would never give up.

We spent our days together, talking and laughing, as we wa