Prince Harold stood with a heavy heart outside Alicia's chamber as the physician attended to Alicia, whose frail figure lay upon the bed. The air outside was heavy with tension, and the prince could feel the weight of his worries pressing down upon him. Alvin, as usual, was beside him. But it wasn't only them outside. Paulina was out there and so was Lance, who had wanted to check up on the situation but found this tense atmosphere and waited with them.
Paulina was in tears, her trembling hands clasped in a fervent prayer for her mistress's recovery. Lance, stood by their side, his face etched with concern for Alicia and also Harold.
All he had experienced in this short time had taken a toll on him.
He wished it was all a bad dream and hoped he would wake up and find himself back in that disgusting inn with disgusting foods thrown at him.
He would pick that over anything else.
