Chapter 100. Not Even Rose
"Will she be fine?" Caius asked.
"Yes, I think so," Paul replied. "She might be weak for a few days because of the blood loss, but if given proper treatments, there is no reason for this to be fatal."
There were times when it had been, but Paul didn’t think this was one of those times. He had smelled the contents of the jar; whoever had prepared the concoction knew exactly what they were doing.
"When will she wake up?" Caius asked.
"I think she should be awake by tomorrow morning. However, I can wake her up if His Highness would prefer that but, I wouldn’t advise it. She should be in a lot of pain, and it might be worse to deal with if she were awake."
"No, it’s fine," Caius replied. "Is there anything else?"
Paul shook his head. "No, Your Highness. I can watch her for the rest of the night and administer the herbs as soon as she is awake, except if His Highness would prefer otherwise."
"No," Caius said. "Just let me know as soon as something changes."
"Yes, Your Highness." Paul stepped forward and picked up the jar. "What would Your Highness like me to do with this?" he asked.
Caius paused for a moment as he studied it. "Nothing," he replied. "Return it to where you found it."