The physician informed Arazhan about a herbal powder on the table, explaining that Naimishi needed to take it before sleeping to prevent nighttime seizures. "I will have a maid prepare the concoction in her room, your highness," The physician curtsied.
"Not required. You can leave. I will take care of it." Arazhan said, opening the door and entering the room.
The physician grinned—husband material. The princess is truly lucky.
Arazhan found her nestled on the bed, wrapped in her comforter. The moment her eyes met his, a faint smile graced her lips. "How are you feeling?" He asked, approaching the bed.
"Better! Thank you for coming!" She said, making an effort to rise, yet Arazhan steadied her shoulders and softly guided her head back onto the bed with a discreet shake of his head.
"Rest!" He uttered, his gaze drawn to the herbal container.