The Unconquerable Prince
"Can...Can I stay here?" She spoke softly. Her gaze was fixed on Donncahd, but she had to share that focus, at least a little, to know where they went.
He looked up from the guard whose wounds he was tending. The man was still unconscious. Or, at least, Rache hoped he was unconscious.
He couldn't possibly be awake while being treated like this.
But...
She didn't want to ask, just in case.
He glanced toward the prince, then back at her. His lips thinned. "He's stable. You can stay, but don't bother him. If you disturb him I'll send you out even if you're the princess."
She nodded and walked over to the cot where he rested. His face was still as pale and clammy as it had been before. His breathing was still too shallow and too fast.
His brow was furrowed, and his expression was tense.
He was in pain.
And there was nothing she could do to help. All she could do was sit by his side and watch him, and pray that he'd be okay.