They rushed me into a private room as soon as we arrived at the hospital. The staff rushed to clean my wounds and stitch the scratches. The doctor had a look of concern as he was tending to my face.
“What is it?” I asked him, and he couldn’t look me in the eye. “Doctor? I want an answer.”
He sighed and stepped back. He took his glasses off and wiped them off. “I am sorry, Your Grace,” he finally answered. “Your scratches are deep and infected with silver. They will never heal correctly, and will leave scars on your face.” That f*****g cunt! She did this intentionally. “All I can do is clean the silver the best I can and stitch them up as best as I can so there is little scarring. I am sorry, Lady.” He hung his head and placed his glasses back on his face. “I will be right back with every
