“Good afternoon, Your Majesty,” Vincent bowed his head and greeted Anastasia as soon as she came into his view.
And he immediately raised his brows and asked while sounding somewhat worried, “Check up on Tilla? Did something… happen to her?”
“She tripped down and hurt herself,” Anastasia replied and heaved a sigh. Then she gestured her hand inside her bedchamber and asked again, “Why don’t you come in?”
Vincent didn’t need to hear anything more. He immediately followed the Queen into her bedchamber.
His eyes fell on Tilla who was sitting on a chair in front of the dressing table. She was looking down at her palm and rubbing something on it.
‘She hurt her hands?’ Vincent wondered, and couldn’t help but walk past the Queen. He stood in front of Tilla and asked her while looking at her palms, “What happened? Did you hurt yourself too badly?”
Tilla had already dropped her gown to cover her feet by now. And she was applying the ointment on her palm while hanging her head low.
