The air seemed to deflate from her at the mention of the king. That was a problem she wasn't looking forward to facing. From the beginning he disliked her. Everything she did was a mistake. She'd been the burden dragging his daughter down, betraying Ray'ven for whatever he thought she deemed worth it. Strelitzia had to remind herself to breathe. At least she could linger a little longer with James while getting healed before throwing herself into a dinner from hell.
They'd reached the infirmary in no time. James was serious about getting healing first. "Maybe it won't be so bad this time." Peering into the room while knocking on the doorframe. "Excuse me."