“What are you doing running like that?” Fabian’s voice rang through the hallways of the palace. “Your Highness,” he added fruitlessly.
Sapiens froze, eyes wandering between angry Fabian and one baffled physician. “An urgent matter,” Sapiens finally said, knowing Fabian wouldn’t buy it.
“Your Highness,” the physician started with a bow, “it is always good to see you well and healthy. May Kumar never cease to bestow his favor upon you.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“If I may,” the physician added, choosing his words, “news has reached my hearing that you are in pain, sir? You have, er, broken your ribs?”
“Oh, they’re not broken. They were just a little bruised last night, but now I’m perfectly fine.”
“Your Highness.” Fabian said nothing more; he didn’t need to.
“If you insist on checking me, sir
