Chapter 38: Return to the Castle
"Put on your clothes and bring me the healer Faelor. Don’t let anyone else enter my room," Arthur said, giving her firm orders instead of answering.
She looked into his cold eyes and felt a twinge of fear. Her worry didn’t vanish, but she didn’t want to upset him either. So, she quickly slipped into her simple dress and ran toward the castle’s dungeon.
The moment she left, Arthur sighed and lay back on his bed, feeling a faint warmth where Octavia had been lying. She had clearly spent a long time in his bed, but he didn’t care, he was utterly exhausted and barely able to keep his eyes open.
He wanted to sleep, but he decided to tend to his injuries first; he couldn’t afford to leave them unattended for too long.
About fifteen minutes later, Octavia returned with the old healer, who wasn’t wearing his mage robes. Instead, he wore only a tattered linen garment. His body looked paler than before due to the poor nutrition and freezing cold of the dungeon.
Faelor didn’t act resentful or show any anger. Instead, he bowed calmly as soon as he saw Arthur.
" Greetings, my lord. What has granted this old man the honor of your summons?"
Although he noticed the burn on Arthur’s head, he acted as though he had seen nothing.
Arthur noticed this and mocked him.
"Heh, I can’t tell if you’re a coward... or just very clever."
"I am neither a coward nor clever, my lord. I simply know my place," Faelor replied politely.