Friedrich rushed to her side while he remained at the door.
She hadn't allowed herself to give up until the enemy had gone.
His hands clenched into fists.
And she was ill on top of everything.
"Have Candace pack her bags as well. Such a thing cannot repeat itself." He said to Friedrich.
Friedrich glanced up from tending to his betrothed. "This is not the time, Theodore."
She was out cold, sweet words would hardly wake her, Theodore thought to himself but said nothing.
And she was bleeding from her nose…
Just how hard had that slap been?
Lady Kent was lucky that she was a woman.
If not…
"Call a footman to help me lift her, Theodore."
"You can carry her by yourself. She weighs close to-"
He met his brother's gaze.
"And how do you know that?"
Good question…
"I can tell with my eyes." Then he turned to leave, sparing the shaken woman on the floor a passing glance.
Her maid was all over the place, yelling for hot water, and warm towels and this and that…
