GEORGINA'S POV.
I rushed back to my room, my steps faster than a maid running to deliver their master's request.
Godfrey needs to tell me what happened, how did he kill a man like Mill? I was happy though, Mill was this proud person who only listened to Thomas.
I got to my room, and Joana froze, her hand with a towel placed on his face, Godfrey got up bowing his head.
“My queen,” he called, moving away from the bed.
I turned to Joana gesturing to her to leave, letting out a sigh as she dropped the towel and walked out. I watched her quietly until she slammed the door behind her.
I turned to Godfrey. “Are you okay? You are bleeding,” I said, my voice laced with concern.
He chuckled, his head still down. “I guess it is just a warrior's first scar, my queen, you need not worry.”
