Chapter 39

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 to bed, you’ve assist me enough for today” I told her. Like seriously, I don’t understand the life of royalty, why do they need maids for things they can do alone?. “Ok, your highness, I’m leaving” “Hm” I hummed. I heard her approaching the door, I averted my attention from her and focused on myself. But the stubborn girl tricked me, she didn’t leave because I could still feel her touchi