Chapter 48

Lancelot’s POV

Asher stood behind my back and immediately pulled up both of my hands; from the knife and from the salmon, that had some blood stains on its body.

“Y-Your Highness…” I gazed up at his face, situated just beside me. His eyes narrowed to a direction in his front.

“My Lord!” A servant exclaimed, voice laced in fear The next thing I knew, the kitchen was in uproar.

“Bring me the first aid kit. Or better, potions or a healer.” He said to the hustling servants. The chefs also jogged near and were taking away the cutting board. I didn’t understand what was happening until I looked at my left hand, grabbed and supported by Asher’s hand, to see a diagonal slash across my little finger, ring finger, and middle finger.

I sucked in a gasp in shock and began to tremble. The pain finally sank in and I felt a bit warm from all the blood draining from my wound.

Asher let go of my un