"Who are you and where am I"? Asked the young man with a serious look on his face.
"you can just call me your savior and as to what you are doing here, your horse brought you here while you were unconscious from the loss of blood you sustained from an injury before it breathed it's last" replied the old man as he brought a bowl craft from the shell of a turtle before bringing it close to the young man's mouth.
The young man lying on the ground was no other than the fourth prince who almost lost his life during the fight with the assassin.
"You better drink up if you want to recover swiftly" said the old man with a warm smile on his face.
Taking a look at the content inside the shell before opening his mouth to drink from it and the moment he took a sip, he was forced to speak it out of his mouth forcing the old man to laugh.
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