Tarsuria, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 85th day of Fall, Arenfall
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"Surprised I'm alive?" The injured prince grinned at the dumbfounded senators.
Prince Arterius limped towards Lord Prestonheim's table and greeted his godfather.
"Y-you should be in bed." The old commander's eyes widened to see his poor godson's condition.
The young prince had injured his bad leg once again. The unfortunate prince was clearly hurt. Aside from his reinjured leg, Prince Arterius had his left arm bruised and mangled from the impact. He also had a huge gash on his right cheek and welt on his left eyebrow.
Lord Prestonheim could only imagine the young prince's pain. Every inch of Prince Arterius' body should've hurt, but his stubbornness and determination were pushing him through the toughest of situations.