As my eyes seamlessly open and I find myself on a recovery bed. Tubes are connected to my body. And as my body throbs with the pain I can only feel hatred towards the Royal Family. Towards the whole kingdom. I look down at my body. The deep cuts were bandaged but, I could see the small cuts and bruises that covered my body. I look up to see the door open. As a woman walks in. She doesn't look at me directly instead she goes to the machines. I look away from the nurse. Settling my head on the pillow. As the nurse shuffles around without speaking. I don't care if she talks to me. Silence has always been comforting to me. When she has walked all over the room she finally came over to me.
"It seems that you have been approving and I can allow you to go." She unhooks me from the machines.
