George's POV

I moved, expecting a lot of pain. None came. I lifted my arm, then my leg. Still no pain. The hurt I thought I'd feel, the soreness of my injuries, wasn't there. It was... weird.

A quiet breath of surprise filled the air. I turned around. A young nurse stood still in the doorway, her eyes open wide. She had a tray of what seemed like medicine. Her mouth was hanging open.

“Your Highness... you're awake!” she stuttered, calming down a bit. She hurried over, setting the tray on a nearby table with a clatter. “I... I need to check your signs.”

She reached for the machines, then...