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~Damon's POV
"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to worry you…"
"Don't you dare apologize," I said quickly, my hand brushing her hair back from her sweaty forehead. "You don't ever apologize for being unwell. Just rest."
Her eyes fluttered closed again, and I froze, terrified she had lost consciousness.
"Lisa!" I shook her lightly, and she groaned softly, still breathing. Relief washed over me, but my heart kept pounding as though I had just fought a war.
Within minutes, the royal healer rushed into the room with the guard behind him. He bowed deeply.
"My lord."
"Check her now," I ordered, pointing toward Lisa. "Tell me what's wrong with her."
"Yes, my lord."
