How to speak politely

Sullivan pulled his shirt back on after the physician finished examining the wound on his arm. The scar was still visible, but thankfully, the pain had faded. Thanks to the herbal remedies he had been taking, his injury had healed much faster than anticipated. However, his arm muscles were still weak and required careful handling.

"The Prince should avoid any heavy exertion with this arm for a while longer," the physician advised, his tone firm but respectful.

"I'll remember that," Sullivan replied, nodding curtly.

The physician gave a bow and exited the dimly lit chamber in the barracks. It was already evening, yet Sullivan remained on the training grounds, relentlessly trying to hit the target's center. Despite his efforts, his shots landed just outside the bullseye, frustratingly close but never dead center.

"Prince Sullivan should rest for the night," Harris suggested gently as he came up behind him.