"I heard you want to see me."
It was almost time for dinner when Prince Orius walked inside Iria's chamber. The Commander tried to get herself to sit when her gaze landed on the Second Prince and Orius Aventine quickly helped her.
"Careful. You still don't have enough strength to move too much," the Second Prince muttered and sat on the chair beside her bed. "How is your hand?"
"It's fine. It doesn't hurt that much," Iria responded as she briefly glanced down at her hand. "I heard that you have a hard time trying to track down the assassins, Your Highness."
"That's right, but I won't give up," Orius Aventine firmly said. "They dare to launch an attack against you in our own land. That's totally unacceptable."
"I know how you feel but... I think we misunderstand their purpose," Iria murmured, meeting the Prince's confused gaze.
"What do you mean?"
"If they really want to kill me, I think they got the chance that day," Iria explained.