Bk3: Ch– 131 Library(pt-1)

The doctor checked the back of her head as she held her hair up to avoid getting in the way. “Your Highness, it is a minor cut; if you put the balm carefully, it will be healed."

“Can’t I go on without this? Silver will faint.” Rosa whined.

Darce was sitting on the other side, his eyes on Rosa.

“I am sorry for this, Your Highness.” He looked troubled.

Rosa, on the other hand, was looking at him for distraction. Her hand was aching, holding the hair up high.

“I think we have not introduced before, Sir. I would like to know the name of the person I must thank.” Rosa smiled.

He stopped for a bit, noticing the shake in her hand. “I am known as Grenald Fenen. Your Highness.”

He motioned one of his assistants to come over. “Hold the hair up, please.”

He ordered; Rosa could finally relax her hand.

“Thank you.” She said as the man bowed back.