As soon as the door swung open, Soren's steps faltered right in front of the threshold. His eyes widened at the sight before him—Zayden clutching Ren's hand, his body trembling as if he'd been submerged in icy water. Almost as if he was the one holding onto dear life, begging it not to take away this man from him.
The royal physician worked swiftly to dress Ren's wounds, assisted by a maid holding a bowl of warm water that rippled with every hurried movement.
"What is going on—?" Zaphyr muttered from behind his eldest son, his usually calm voice edged with disbelief.
"Oh dear…" Selena gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. She hadn't expected to see her son's lover in such a state—pale, motionless, his breathing shallow.
