Silvan didn't rouse until he was taken to the infirmary. Royal Physician Demetrio was alarmed when Prince Alessio charged in with an unconscious human royalty.
"You say he was thrown off his horse, Your Highness?" Physician Demterio asked gravely, adjusting his monocles as he took Prince Silvan's vitals.
Alessio was completely frazzled, red eyes glassy, his neatly done braid made that morning already unraveling. "Yes, he seemed fine, until… until…" He trailed off, seeming to be caught on something.
Demetrio hummed attentively, reaching for a delicate bowl full of smelling salts. He passed the bowl of colorful crystal salts underneath Silvan's nose, making him draw in a sharp breath.
Silvan squinted his eyes open, red staining the tips of his ears and crawling down his neck from mortification as he slowly sat up. "Did I really faint away?"
