Chapter 89
Azalea refused to sit still while waiting for the doctor to come back because he had left to get a particular herb. She tore strips of linen with her own hands, cleaning and pressing the wound gently to slow the bleeding. Federico winced but didn’t say a word, his hand gripping the sheets tightly.
“You don’t have to do this yourself,” he murmured, his voice low from the pain.
“Yes, I do,” she replied firmly, dabbing away the blood. “You may think this is just an accident, Federico, but I don’t. And until I know you’re safe, I’m not leaving your side.”
Moments later, the doctor arrived with his medical case. He bowed quickly to Azalea and knelt by Federico’s side. “Your Highness, I’ll need to clean this wound thoroughly. It might hurt.”
“It already hurts,” Federico said thro
