After Genevera had told the Prince what she knew, the answers that he had requested, the Prince said nothing to her. She looked to him, waiting for more questions as he took notes of what she said. He then looked up at her and stood quietly, offering to help her with her wound. "It's...nothing...it'll be healed...in a few hours," she assured him, knowing that was a lie. It depended on how long she would be kept here, answering questions. He didn't seem interested in this however, and she watched as he tenderly dabbed ointment to her wound, looking at him with soft and curious eyes as he bound it in a manner that would stop the bleeding soon enough.
"Thank you," she said, gently holding her bandaged elbow with her other hand and looking at him in surprise.
The prince paused and for a moment she believed that he would be asking her more questions, but instead he suggested that she return to her home. She was weary, the sun had already gone down and she did not like traveling alone at night. Not to mention the fact that she was scheduled off for the next two days and would have to come back on her time off, but she understood the need for it. "Are you...sure your majesty?" she asked him curiously, looking at him with confusion. It was then that the doors to the room flew open and a guard fell to his knees, looking up to the Prince. "We've gotten a confession...three of them!" the guard announced, remaining respectfully on his knees.
Genevera just looked to the prince in shock, wondering what his next course of action would be and what he would do with her with this newfound information. She just wanted to go home.
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