Page 233 of The White King's Favorite

Ashen grimaced. Just as Cessilia expected, he hated his condition being pointed out. She stepped forward in his stead.

“Do you think we could get... some privacy? I want to treat him myself, and then I’ll help around here if needed.”

“You can go upstairs. We just emptied one of the bedrooms, so you and His Majesty can take it. I will have some medicine brought to you as soon as possible. Do you know what you’ll need, exactly?”

Quickly, Cessilia listed for Bastat all the herbal medicine she was going to need, and soon after, helped Ashen upstairs. Just as she had suspected, he had been holding on well all this time, but the young King passed out almost as soon as he laid down. Luckily, his life wasn’t in danger. Cessilia treated him quietly with the herbal medicine procured and stitched all the cuts she could find on his body. The more she examined him, the more she was convinced that Kassian’s blood he had been transfused with had helped Ashen considerably. The poison he had received was very potent, yet the treatment he actually needed from her was rather simple. His body had been fighting the toxins by itself all this time, and the medicine just gave it an extra boost. The blood loss was a bit more worrisome, but now that he could get some rest, he would probably be fine. Cessilia treated him, grateful to finally be able to catch a break.

When she finally stepped out of the room, Ashen was still unconscious, but he was safe. She let out a little sigh of relief. It sounded like things were busy everywhere else in the building, so she barely reacted when someone approached.

“Lady Cessilia?”

“Sabael!”

She hadn’t expected to see Nana’s older brother here, but it was obvious he was injured as well, his shoulder covered in bandages. He politely bowed a bit.

“Is His Majesty alright?” he asked. “I heard he was brought here too...”

“He’s alright, he’s resting in the room behind me. What about you? What happened?”

“Ah, I got burned a little... It’s really not as bad as it looks, but Tessa insisted I get treated. ...You?”

“I’m fine,” Cessilia nodded. “...Sabael, can I ask you for a favor?”

He smiled, and glanced at the door behind her.

“I’ll guard His Majesty,” he immediately said, bowing respectfully. “Don’t worry, no one will dare to enter while I’m here.”

“Thank you.”

The two of them exchanged an understanding smile. Cessilia was glad that there were some loyal, hardworking young men like Sabael still following Ashen. If people had only been following him because of his alliance with a princess of the Dragon Empire, it would have been far more difficult. Yet today, many Royal Guards had valiantly fought against the Yekara, despite the odds, to defend whom they thought of as their legitimate King. Not only the guards, but many citizens had cheered for Ashen as well. She could tell when they had walked into this house; many eyes had gone to him, the brave white-haired King. In her heart, she was probably the proudest of his achievements. This Kingdom was indeed in a bad state, but if things continued like this, with one less enemy in their way, she had high hopes for its future.

Feeling a bit better, and relieved about Ashen’s condition and safety, Cessilia went back downstairs to help, as promised. In fact, many eyes were happy to see her too, recognizing the Princess’ unique appearance. As the battle had ended, many more people were brought in to be treated, and soon, luckily no one was able to bother Cessilia unless it was for a valid injury. Lady Bastat was no healer, but she was doing an amazing job orchestrating everything, even overseeing the stocks of fresh towels and warm water, and coordinating with the other tribes and families to know who could provide what. Strangely, Cessilia felt most relaxed when she was healing someone. The smell of medicinal herbs and the touch of medical tools were making her feel she was in the right place. Helping lessen someone’s pain was much more rewarding than inflicting injuries, and she was happy to set her weapons aside. She was so used to treating people that she could do it without much thinking, one patient after the other, for hours. In fact, it was Lady Bastat that finally got her to stop and take a break, almost pulling her away from her last patient and to the side. Then, she made Cessilia sit down, and handed her a familiar fish beignet.

“Thank you,” Cessilia smiled.

“You deserve much more than that, but that’s all we have for now,” sighed Lady Bastat. “You should rest, my lady. We’re pretty much done evacuating the battlefields, people coming in now only have light injuries. Many are already busy trying to clear the streets, and I think your other older brother is helping them as well.”

“Did you hear from Tessa?”

“She sent someone to say not to worry,” Bastat nodded. “They have the situation under control.”

“They arrested all the Yekara already?”

Cessilia and Bastat turned their heads, finding Sabael and Ashen standing there, both looking surprised. As a reflex, Cessilia walked up to the King, glancing down at his abdomen.

“I’m fine,” he immediately said. “I shamelessly took a nap while you’ve been working hard.”

“Most people would be passed out for one more day from your injuries, Your Majesty,” Sabael shook his head. “That was only three or four hours.”

“Anyway,” Ashen sighed, “I want to go see how my men are. The Yekara too, I need to decide what to do with them...”

Just like that, the three of them agreed to go out and find Tessandra, leaving Bastat behind to keep supervising the healing and food distribution.

On the way back to the battlefield, Cessilia was amazed by everything that had already been done in the few hours she had been busy treating people. The streets were mostly cleared, most of the rubble having been pushed to the side, and people were already loading carts with what had to be taken away. The bodies of their deceased allies were covered by sheets, and some people were trying to identify them or line them up. Many families had come out of hiding to help sweep the streets, give a hand to those whose homes had been destroyed, or distribute food. Cessilia even spotted children happily handing out warm drinks. The rain had stopped too, and as if to salute the end of the fighting, the sun was starting to shyly appear between the clouds. She held Ashen’s hand with a warm feeling in her heart as they walked down the streets, crossing paths with more and more people who happily waved at their easily recognizable King. She could definitely see herself happily walking down those streets for many more years...

“Oh, look who’s here!”

Tessandra cheerfully waved at them. Funny enough, she, Darsan, and Nana were eating fish beignets around a fire, taking a break as well. Tessandra walked up to them first, suddenly jumping at Sabael’s neck and hugging him.

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