Prince Carl's only desire

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“Milady, the sew will give you a bit of pain. Bear it,” the old sawbones said and proceeded with the needle. Elsa wanted to tell she would not need this as her wound would heal by itself, but some words shouldn’t be spoken for the best.

“Hmm!” Elsa hummed and moved her head toward the window, didn’t want to look at her leg. She was scared of stitching.

The master did his job pretty seamlessly, with less pain. He let out a sigh and questioned Elsa if she was feeling any kind of pain in her body apart from her leg before he’d take his leave.

Elsa told him about her swollen shoulder. For that, the master gave her a green paste that should be in that area for hours. The next day she would feel no pain, he assured her.

Johana and Rihana bowed the sawbones and waited for him to leave.

“Milady, we don’t know what will I say to you. But we believe Majesty will not spare any single soul,” Johana said in anger and Rihana spoke the rest, “He must not spare. Someone close is behind all o