Misha walked into the bedroom to see Beryl, bleeding, cradled in Alexander's arms. Upon closer inspection, the blood seemed to only be coming from her nose. "What happened?" she asked, though the scene already gave her a clear idea.
"Don't just ask," Alex said, his voice shaky. "Do something about her." He looked down at the princess before lifting his gaze to Misha once again. His fear was apparent.
King Draco and Queen Alana stood by the bed, tending to their son. It was hard to tell if the princess had been able to heal him, but the relieved expressions on their faces made it easy for Misha to guess. Only Alex seemed absolutely devastated.
"I need details," Misha said, kneeling beside Beryl and gently touching her nose as she checked for signs of breathing.
"She's not dead," Alex muttered, shooting Misha a look.