Chapter 26: Anxieties
Elys already had numerous injuries now. Starting with the one from Ugly Pig’s whip, the blood ritual during the wedding to which she had a vague memory of, and now her palm had another addition to her collection of bodily damage.
Thankfully, she had been treated before the wedding. The only problem to her body now was the cut made by the prince.
Henry arrived a few minutes later carrying the same box he brought last night. It contained ointments and bandages, as well as disinfectants and other first aid necessities which he mainly used for himself and the prince’s blood servant.
Minor injuries from their endless chores as the only servants in the huge manor was inevitable.
Cordelia immediately snatched the box out of Henry’s hands. She turned to the princess, and then guided her gently to sit down the edge of her bed.
’Great, she was so harsh against me but now just look at her become a marshmallow to the other slave,’ Henry grumbled in his mind.
The maidservant got rid of the torn cloth she had previously pressed to stop the bleeding, and then fished out the disinfectant from the box. Luckily, it looked like the cut had stopped bleeding.
"Wait," Cordelia said as she squinted and moved her face closer to Elys’ palm.
"What is it?" the princess asked, curious why Cordelia was fixated with her palm.
Cordelia couldn’t believe her eyes.
"It can’t be..." the woman gushed, "the wound... look at your hand your highness."