A Master Healer
A few hours ago, early in the morning,
It was the fourth day of Alora's unconsciousness. Arihan woke up early like every day in his private manor. These days he found out how torturous it was to wait for the person to wake up. Changing his sleepwear to a training outfit, he looked at his reflection uninterestedly.
He had never done anything aimlessly. He rigorously made plans and achieved them with a single goal in his mind. To be capable enough to protect Princess Alora who was going to be a queen one day.
His only goal, the reason for his everyday efforts, broke in a split second, right in front of his eyes. Accepting a random lady as Princess Alora was difficult. He tried to accept the red-head lady as Alora, he hoped he could find Alora in the redhead lady but he never did.