Chapter 88
Federico and Bennett returned to the palace, dust and sweat clinging to their clothes, but the atmosphere was heavy. Federico leaned slightly on Bennett’s shoulder, his face pale, his jaw tight with pain. The deep gash on his leg had been hastily wrapped, but blood had already seeped through the cloth.
When they reached the courtyard, two guards quickly approached, their eyes widening at the sight of their prince’s injury.
“Take him,” Bennett said gruffly, his voice betraying just a hint of guilt. “Get him to his chambers.”
Federico nodded at Bennett, a silent thanks, before allowing the guards to help him the rest of the way. “Go get my wife,” he ordered in a low, commanding tone. “I want Azalea with me.”
“Yes, Your Highness,” one of the guards replied, bowing before hurry
