Chapter 44
To my surprise, Thorne made no effort to conceal himself as servants bustled to help us. He carried me into the castle and up the stairs, all the while giving instructions. One fellow was dispatched for the doctor, a maid was sent to ask the queen to attend us in my rooms, and still others went to fetch hot water and bandages. Neeve stayed close beside us, quiet and pale, and even with the throbbing pain in my leg, it worried me to see how drawn she looked.
When we reached my rooms, Sorche threw open the door. Still carrying me, Thorne strode through the sitting room and to the bed. A trail of servants followed us inside, carrying the items he’d requested.
“But the blood,” I protested, as he laid me down. “I don’t want to ruin the covers.”
He shook his head. “It doesn’t matt
