CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
Emma squeezed the water out of the towel and gently patted it on her highness’s face.
Tatiana’s face was pale, and she was running on high fever. A bandage was placed on her wound, on the right side of her forehead. It was cleaned and sanitized before to prevent it from scarring, because a princess, let alone a future queen should not have a single scar on her body.
The room was silent and only the dripping of water and Tatiana’s soft snores were heard. It is still morning and yet a lot of things have already happened, mostly, unfortunate things.
“She shouldn’t be here in the first place,” Bjorn said. His voice was low and traces of anger are still evident in his voice. He was standing near the window, watching the capital from where they are now, observing them as
