“The wound isn’t deep, as Her Highness said, but it seems she is bruised in places. It will take time for her to recover from the marks. I would suggest that Her Highness rest for a few days.” The voice was not familiar.
“I will make sure of it when we return.” Darce’s voice was low.
Rosa first thought she was back in the castle, but a slight cold wind changed her mind. Her eyelids were dark, and the lights were out, but a brown tint was on the right corner. At first, it was hard to open my eyes. But slowly, she could open them, blinking the lids. The first view was the light from the candle on the table. She felt the blanket covering her body. She patted her body to look at the brown blanket. It was the same as the camp's blanket.