The sun had set by the time Oriana finished all her assigned duties. She returned to her room to check on the bundle of flowers hanging by her window, left to dry in the air. It would take about two to three days for them to dry at the minimum. For the meantime, she could only work on Yorian's brooch.
'It's time for me to go.'
After inquiring from Damien about the prince's whereabouts, she went to see Arlan in his study.
"What brings you here?" he asked without lifting his head from the document he was reading.
"Your Highness, I ask your permission to visit the Crown Prince of Abetha. I swear that I will return as soon as possible."
Wordlessly, Arlan put aside the scroll in his hand and stared at her. He had underestimated this woman's stubbornness. He could not comprehend her sense of duty as a physician. In the first place, his hand injury was hardly life-threatening. Give it a few weeks, and the broken bone would heal on its own.