The Truth About Her Life

As they arrived at the castle, a group of warriors rushed to meet them. Dimitri acknowledged them with a nod, a silent command to maintain discretion, and then led Valine towards the infirmary. The warriors watched them curiously, but they knew better than to ask questions. Dimitri's grip was firm yet gentle as he guided Valine through the corridors, his steps purposeful. Valine couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions—a relief to see Dimitri, yet nervous of his reactions. Since the forest, aside from worry, he didn't display any emotions for her to read. In the quiet room of the infirmary, Dimitri led her to sit on one of the beds while quickly fetching a stool and placing it in front of her. He began gathering the necessary equipment to treat her wounds. His movements were precise and focused as he prepared to tend to Valine's injuries. He retrieved a damp cloth and gently started to wipe away the stains on her face. As the cloth touched her skin, Valine's hand reached out and graspe