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Izabelle was very uncomfortable.  She had been taking deep breaths for quite a while to relax herself.  Now, here she stood in front of the bed where the beast layed feverish.

Eliana said to tend to him until he wakes and leave afterwards to the journey beyond.  The once threatening person was down asleep and so vulnerable that she did not know what to do.  Stars!  Why?

As she looked at the pale, unclothed and marred body of a person who was once a prince, Izabelle didn't know what to feel.  She understood the reasoning for his actions after looking at him carefully.  If he hadn't blackmailed her there was no way she would have stayed. Nearly two hundred years with no one to have dear or hold close. Not a single glance without disgust must have been terrible. She was used to seeing wounds and wounded. She did work as a nurse before this but the ones on him were bad enough to make even her flinch. She could not start to imagine the pain that his pale skin hid beneath it.  If she could help him, she probably would without expecting a gain. Yes, he was terribly rude and yes, she disliked him most of the time but seeing him as he was at that moment something stirred in Izabelle. It was a need to save that rushed through her body as she looked, for the first time, at the beast as a man.  A man that had been through a lot. Izabelle wondered if they were strangers that met in different circumstances then things would have been different.

Izabelle took the wet off white cloth dipped in water and exchanged it with the similar cloth on the Lord's forehead. The feverish Lord was paler than before, sweating hard and burning. The cold cloth that was previously put on felt warm in Izabelle's hand. She was going to nurse him back to health she swore.  Letting the cloth dripped and knowing there was nothing more she could do at the moment she picked up the book on the world's history.

According to Eliana her trip involved travelling to Etone, the city of scholars, and searching for a knowledgeable person who can point them to the current location of an old wizard clan. Eliana said that she hadn't met the person in years but he was the only hope of finding the clan. Eliana did know the clan was on the border of Amara and Valeria but according to her the geography had shifted since. The only person with even a little clue was the person she hadn't seen in years, someone who owed her. 

Izabelle wondered how she would take the lord without him being noticed.  His tall figure, slender pale body, red eyes and veins that throb on the surface along with marks on the chest that looked like burns were attention seekers. If Eliana was to be believed he also couldn't stand the sun for much however the sun and the moon affected the people in the manor more than they did the lord himself. According to her that's why she turned Toby invisible before the moonlight disintigrated  him. Unfortunately he can't revert back until the spell is broken and is hence a resident of the castle till the spell on the lord breaks.

Izabelle looked at the thick book K in her head going quickly through the index knowing not where to read. She didn't have much time to learn the whole book and needed the best information possible.

"I see you have picked up the history book," Eliana spoke making Izabelle jump up straight in her seat. 

"Aye. I find this intriguing. Why haven't I heard of this?" Izabelle questioned.  The talks of the older kingdoms and neighboring ones are rarer than dragons in her town and even in the city she lived.

"The history in your lap is also known as forgotten history.  A lot changed in the last two hundred years. One of the reason was because this kingdom's next in line was cursed. " Eliana said looking down at her white gown that matched her hair. 

"That makes sense," Izabelle said still unsure. Eliana too heard the uncertainty in her voice but didn't say anything more on the topic. 

"Has there been any change in his disposition?" Eliana asked worried. She stepped forward slowly trying not to wake him up and cursing herself for conversing with Izabelle in the room where the lord rested.

"Apart from from ocassional mumble of words I could not understand nothing changed." Izabelle said standing up from her seat and offering it to the older woman. 

"Mumbling? Hmm..  Can you please get me the herbs kept on the kitchen counter?" The witch said after a minute of thought. Like Izabelle, Eliana too changed the cloth on the Lord's head.  From what Izabelle could grasp from Eliana's reaction, the fever hadn't gone down one bit.

"Yes, of course." Izabelle said giving the two privacy.

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