{Third Person}
The thing is, although Amara was rightly guilty, she still needed to show so confidence.
She wanted to understand the kind of treatnt she would receive now that she had been cleared.
The housekeeper hesitated before answering. "His Majesty has already expressed his apology," she said. "The gifts delivered outside... they are ant to compensate you."
Amara’s lips pressed together, her thoughts sharp and bitter. ’Gifts. That’s it? So even the highest authority here has no decency.’
Then, she turned her face away. The servant said nothing further and excused herself after a mont.
Amara lay there on the bed, staring ahead as different thoughts began to co to her mind.
A welco banquet in two weeks. Her people will be there. Familiar faces will attend.
’I will get to see father and mother at least,’ she thought to herself, even holding onto it.
No matter their excesses, Amara had already concluded that there wasn’t any place like ho. At least, she was treated much better there than here.
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After lunch, the room settled into a quiet calm.
Amara had just been helped back onto the bed when the physician arrived, her wooden case in hand.
The housekeeper stepped aside to give her space.
"Let check your wounds," the physician said, already moving closer.
Amara nodded and carefully adjusted her position, lying slightly forward to give access to her back.
The physician gently and carefully started to unwind the bandage. But as soon as the final layer was removed, she halted abruptly. Her brows knitted together in clear shock.
"That’s... impossible," she murmured under her breath.
The housekeeper stepped closer. "What is it?"
The physician didn’t answer imdiately. Her fingers hovered just above Amara’s lower back as she stared at it.
"The wounds..." she said slowly, still sounding unsure. "They have closed up."
Both Amara and the housekeeper stiffened. "Closed?" the housekeeper repeated.
The physician nodded, still examining closely. "Not only that—scabs have already ford." She looked genuinely baffled now.
"Even with the healing balm I’ve been applying, it shouldn’t have healed this fast," she continued. "You are a Human, and your skin is even more delicate than average. I estimated ten to fourteen days at the very least."
Then her gaze lifted to Amara. "But it’s only been five days."
Silence filled the room.
Amara frowned slightly, her mind turning. ’Five days...?’ She repeated in her head. That didn’t make sense.
She had felt the pain, the tearing, and the depth of those wounds. There was no way—
The physician studied her. "Does this usually happen?" she asked. "Do your wounds heal this quickly?"
Amara hesitated as she searched her mory, but there was nothing. No major injuries. No deep wounds.
She had always been protected, carefully raised, watched and shielded from harm.
Slowly, she shook her head. "I wouldn’t know," she said. "This is the first ti I’ve ever been injured like this."
The physician held her gaze for a mont, then smiled faintly. "Then you are very blessed."
The housekeeper nodded imdiately. "It must be the Moon Goddess’s blessing."
Though Amara didn’t believe in the existence of any moon goddess, she didn’t argue either. Instead, another thought crept in—a quieter concern.
"...Will it scar?" she asked.
The physician returned her attention to the wounds, examining them more closely this ti, her fingers gentle as she traced near the edges without applying pressure.
After a mont, she shook her head. "With this level of healing?" she said. "No."
Amara stilled.
"In one or two weeks," the physician continued, "there won’t be any trace left. Your skin will return completely."
A small smile finally appeared on Amara’s lips. She felt relieved to be whole again, though she refused to dwell on her rapid healing.
Beside her, the housekeeper let out a light breath. "Looks like we were worried for nothing."
The physician then pressed lightly against the area, testing. "Does it still hurt?"
Amara focused for a second, then admitted, "Not as much."
The physician nodded. "Good. But be careful. Even if the wounds don’t reopen, you will still feel pain if you hit that area."
Amara nodded in understanding.
The physician reached for the balm and began applying it gently over the scabbed areas. "You should continue using this every night before sleep," she instructed.
Amara stayed still, allowing her to finish. Once done, the physician pulled her clothing back down neatly over her back.
"You no longer need bandages," she said, stepping back. "And you may resu full baths now."
Amara blinked softly, then exhaled quietly as relief flooded over her more completely this ti.
’Finally!’ The corners of her lips curled again. ’No one will assist to take baths anymore.’
The physician closed her wooden case with a soft click and rose to her feet.
"I will take my leave now, Lady Amara," she said with a polite smile. "I will return in a few days to check on you again."
Amara gave a small nod as the housekeeper stepped forward at once. "I will see you out."
The two won exited the room together, their footsteps quiet against the polished floors as they made their way outside.
The mont they stepped into the courtyard, they paused. The Alpha Prince was there.
Alexander stood beside his horse, already in the process of mounting. Then, in one smooth motion, he swung himself onto the saddle, his movents effortless and controlled.
Jasper stood beside his own horse.
The housekeeper and the physician reacted imdiately, hurrying forward before dropping into respectful bows before Alexander.
"Your Highness."
Alexander turned his head slightly from atop the horse and gave a low hum in acknowledgent. So they lifted their heads.
Jasper stepped forward, his attention shifting to the physician. "You attended to Ms. Caldwell?" he asked.
"Yes," the physician replied quickly.
"How are her injuries?" Jasper continued. "Is she healing?"
At once, the physician’s face lit up. "Yes," she said, unable to hide her amazent. "Her wounds have already closed. Scabs have ford, and it has only been five days since she sustained such deep injuries."
The housekeeper nodded beside her, equally impressed.
"She healed far faster than expected," the physician added. "Despite having an even more delicate skin than the average human, her recovery is almost... unnatural. At this rate, even in two weeks, there will be no trace of scars left."
Instantly, the atmosphere shifted. Alexander’s gaze shifted to her as a faint frown appeared on his face. He observed the smile on her lips, then that of the housekeeper.
"You seem to be in a good mood," he said. His tone was too calm.
Their smiles vanished imdiately. The two won exchanged the briefest glance before lowering their gazes. Sothing about his voice felt... wrong.
Alexander’s eyes settled fully on the physician now. "Who knows," he continued evenly, "what you might say to others."
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