Three days had passed since Lin Rui returned to the Tughril world, for what he thought was the second time. Although he wasn't sure if he ever left in the first place.
The palace had slowly returned to order, and the traces of the coup were gone, as if it had never happened at all. Lin Rui reminded on how the world inside a novel just didn't seem to have feelings at all. When the scene is over, the setting is reset for the next chapter.
Inside his chamber of the Khan, Lin Rui sat upright against the cushions of his bed. The wound in his side still ached, a throbbing reminder that while the world might be fictional, the pain was very real. However, the worst of the fever had passed, and the skin was beginning to close together.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Come in," he said as his arm hovered over the bandage on his side, wincing as he tried to fix his posture.
The door opened, and Arkan stepped inside before bowing respectfully. "You summoned me, Your Majesty?"
