Chapter 13 Finding Out About The Third Prince

• ~Freya~
• ‘’Your Highness,’’ I shouted, and then I was pushed away from him by his guard, who helped the first prince get up from the ground. I cleared my throat and tried to avert my gaze, but my curiosity got the best of me, and I found myself staring at his forehead. To my surprise, it was completely healed, while I bore the injuries from the fall—my bleeding forehead and busted lips since my wolf was finding it hard to recover. Spending weeks in the breeder's house and being tortured by silver had weakened my wolf. ‘’Ouch,’’ I groaned in pain, bringing my hand up to touch my wounded forehead and taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. ‘’I am bleeding,’’ I muttered under my breath, even though I knew that no one was going to hear me and help me.
• "Are your head and lips alright?" Nolan inquired, concern lacing his voice. My eyes almost popped out of my socket, as I never expected that he would ask such a question. The mention of my lips made me remember our unexpected closeness when I had fallen on top of him. We had kissed, and my emotions were messing with me at that moment, saying things that I didn’t even want to think about.