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 t