Despite Commander Nico's advice, Iria still sat on the chair beside the bed where Arin slept. With her gaze on her husband, the Queen was once again filled with anxiety.
Arin was in a coma for a little over a week now. That alone was enough to scare her.
What if he really suffers the same fate as Princess Iria?
When many different thoughts crossed the Queen's mind, General Hanson walked inside the tent.
"You came," Iria muttered when she shifted her gaze to the entrance.
Hanson Lorin nodded and standing a few steps away, he stared at his best friend who was lying on the bed.
The scene was so strange for the General. Maybe because his friend was always strong, he wasn't used to seeing him in such a vulnerable situation. As a result, he stood still at his place, having no idea of what to do.
"Why don't you come closer?" Iria said to the General and pulled another chair closer to the bed for him.