ABEL EVERHART'S POV
The guards doesn't let go of my arms even after we have arrived in the Princess's opulent chambers. One is playing with the hairs on the back of my head and it's nothing comforting. I just came from the worst session of pain and every part of my body is sensitive.
"Leave him," the Princess orders.
They let go of my arms and I am able to stay on my knees. The three maids in the room are all staring, mostly at my dirty bare chest. There is curiosity in their eyes, but they also seem afraid to ask a question that the princess would be annoyed to answer.
"Your highness . . . we were wondering if . . . you want us to treat the slave differently now that . . . um-"
"He is the heir to Elowen's crown?" the Princess finishes the question for her nervous servant. "Clean hi
