Arabella’s point of view.

(Wymond’s room_9:03pm).

“Are you sure you don’t need help, your highness?” Cora asked me for the thousandth time.

“No, thank you” I answered and continued trying to dry my hair, which was giving me a hard time because of the wounds on my back.

I had just finished taking a shower in a very funny way too, since I was strictly instructed to protect my wounds from water to avoid reopening them.

“Er…do you need my help with anything else?” she asked again.

I sighed.

“Can you help me get some sleep?” I asked her sarcastically.

“Your highness” she whined and I laughed.

“Fine, just go...