"I'm taking you to your chambers. You need to rest."
He carried her through the palace, his face a mix of worry and protectiveness. Servants scurried out of his way, their eyes wide with fear. He reached the Princess chambers and laid her gently on the bed, summoning the Imperial physicians.
"Tend to her," he ordered, his voice was sharp. "Make sure she recover as soon as possible."
The physicians bowed their heads and began their examination. The Emperor stood by the bed, his eyes never leaving his daughter's face. He felt a surge of guilt. He can't afford to lose her daughter, afraid of what would've happened if the Duke wasn't with her. He could've completely lost her. The thought alone is sapping his strength. It can't happen again.
"Father," Silver murmured, her eyes fluttering open. "Alek… is he alright?"
