Xander’s POV
"It's fine, she can come in," I told Ralph who had asked me if the slave girl should still be allowed inside the dining hall.
I glanced at the wall clock in the opposite direction, she was late, but I wasn't going to bother her because I knew she must have her reasons.
We continued eating in silence and after some seconds, I noticed her enter the hall, taking slow, nervous steps as she walked towards the table.
I glanced at her from head to toe as I sipped my drink, and a smile crossed my lips as I watched her in astonishment. I was surprised that she could walk on her own now.
She had a look of determination on her face as she carefully approached us, did she abandon her wheelchair already?
The fact that she was making good use of the physical therapy session I arran
