August 7th (Night), Year 1437 — Shining Palace
Aurora Earhart
– Forgive me, my lady… It seems I won't be able to accompany you.
Kiall's voice was calm, but a faint trace of disappointment bled through it—though, in my opinion, he had no reason to apologize in the first place.
– Don't worry. You're still recovering from the duel. What matters now is healing.
– Mm, – he gave a small nod.
It had been a week since his match with my brother, but his wounds were still slow to mend. His left eye remained covered, and he walked with the help of a cane. He insisted he didn't need it, of course, but both the physician and I had been adamant. After enough persuading, he finally agreed—though with visible reluctance.
– I'll manage. You should rest, – I said, resting my hand gently on his shoulder.
– Of course. I'll be waiting for your return.
