“At least I won,” Lily said later on as she lay in bed with her ankle propped up on pillows and bandages.
She’d had a dislocated ankle and the doctor had had to move it back into place. James had nearly bitten the doctor’s head off for causing her pain.
“You won’t be able to walk for 6-8 weeks,” the doctor had instructed her before leaving.
“I’ll kill Rothberg if I ever see him again,” James vowed angrily.
Lily was pale and still in immense pain.
“Princess, it’s time for your medicine,” Lady Molly said, reaching over to mix up the powdered sedative.
“I’ll do it,” James insisted, taking the packet and water from her to make it himself for her.
It was as he held the glass to Lily’s lips, helping her drink it that the Empress walked into Lily’s room.
“What are you doing?” the
