Finishing his work, Arlan returned to his chamber, where Oriana was resting after the servants helped her change into fresh clothes and offered her a warm meal. Feeling better, she sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, gazing at the beautiful view outside.
A servant arrived with a small bowl in hand. "Your Highness, the physician has prepared this ointment for you."
Oriana gave her a questioning look, prompting the servant to explain. "I noticed some bruises on your knees, Your Highness. This ointment will help them heal, the discoloration will fade soon, and the pain will go away as well."
Oriana realized her knees did hurt, but she had been ignoring it, used to enduring pain. The bumpy carriage ride on rocky roads had not been kind to her knees in the position she had been in- straddling Arlan and.... she shook her head to not remember her own bold actions and returned her attention to the servant.