-LILIAN-
Two weeks. It had been two weeks since the sharp pain in my back. Two weeks since Alexander's hands were around my neck, and then, strangely, holding me close. My wound was still there, a dull ache under the bandages Margaret put on every morning. The castle healers said I was getting better, that I could walk around my rooms.
Alexander was not here. He hadn't come to see me. Theodore, the kind Liege, told me Alexander was very busy. He was fixing problems from Drex's attack, making the borders strong, and having long meetings. It felt like Alexander was staying away on purpose, letting his anger cool down after our big fight.
My days were quiet. Too quiet. Margaret brought my food. Sometimes, she'd also bring me nice things, like berries I liked or a book of old poems. I thou
