CHAPTER FORTY
As far as I know, there aren't usually a lot of maids in the infirmary but for some reason, today, there were a bunch of them. Ares sat on the bed. He had his coat removed leaving him with his white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The nurse, Mrs. Gret, was dabbing something on the wound after we had it cleaned. It wasn't that deep to require stitches but it does look painful. And it bled a lot earlier. "I can't seem to shoo them away," Mrs. Gret said, referring to the maids outside the infirmary. Since when did Ares become this popular amongst the maids? I walked closer to the door, bringing with me the authority I'm supposed to have, and stopped in front of the door. They looked at me and stopped fussing around. "If you'll excuse us, His Royal Highness wants to have some
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