Mitena sat there and waited patiently as the doctor treated the slave's wound. Sometimes she winced when she saw new wounds uncovered by the doctor. Some of the wounds had to be cleaned thoroughly because sand had somehow gotten into them.
Mitena gritted her teeth in anger so many times and desperately wished she could bring the entire pack to justice immediately. But she knew she had to be patient and think her plans through.
“We are through, my princess,” the doctor said with his eyes still bitter, but Mitena didn't care. As far as he did all she had instructed, she was less concerned about his feelings.
“You are sure that he will be fine?” Mitena asked the doctor.
“Yes. His wounds are mostly superficial,” the doctor said dismissively.
“You are such a good doctor for you to cal
