The sun had barely risen above the horizon when I received the news that Beta Isabella needs to be confined to her bed, her knee injured in the aftermath of a brutal rogue attack.
My heart sank as I realized what happened.
As I made my way towards the infirmary, the faint scent of medicinal herbs filled the air, serving as a constant reminder of the injuries she got.
I spotted Isabella lying on a cot, her usually happy spirit subdued by pain and frustration.
"Lilac," she greeted me weakly, her voice laced with discomfort. "Sorry, I can’t train the soldiers. What will happen to them?”
I approached her bedside, my expression filled with concern. "No need for apologies, Isabella. You should rest. I can train them all by myself.”
Isabella's azure eyes held a mixture of gratitude and guil
