Chapter 112: Sense of pride and memories

Noelle stood at the door, glaring down at Ben as he stubbornly tried to swing his legs off the bed. The man wasn't supposed to move, not with the extent of his injuries. Noelle's glare deepened, and after a beat, Ben seemed to get the message, reluctantly settling back against the pillows.

Satisfied that Ben wouldn't try again, Noelle turned and left the room, his heels clicking against the wooden floor as Doris followed silently behind. The air inside the castle was cool and refreshing, but Noelle felt the urge to be outside, to let the fading light of the setting sun brush against his skin.