Back in the crown prince's castle, Killian sat in his room gripping the kerchief tightly., he so depravedly wanted to tear it to shreds but this one thing remained him of his burning revenge against the Rofles.
"Prince…" a soft voice called him.
Glancing up, he saw Clarina standing by his side with a soft smile on her face. She had cleaned up well and was wearing new clothes fit for a queen. Even so, he somehow was reminded of the wretched stench on his body subconsciously.
Clarina moved close and held his hand gently. "If it wasn't for you, I would have been bullied every day… I'm so thankful to you for saving me my prince. I'm forever grateful for your help,"
Feeling the warmth of her palm, he calmed down a bit. "You should be resting right now,"
"I'm fine..." she sat opposite him with grace.
Killian looked at her for a second. "Clarina."
"Yes?" she smiled up at him.
"What were you doing at that inn?"