"Princess? That blasted quack called you despite my objections. He doesn't know how to treat a royal. I always told you, you've been far too lenient with him. You didn't have to come all the way here."
"You make him sound far worse than he is, uncle. And I came because I wanted to." Adele pulled the chair closer, settling beside the bed. "How did this happened?"
"Ah, it was nothing but a silly accident." Mr.Davison waved dismissively. "Old age makes you clumsy."
"How this is nothing!" Adele's voice rose with a mixture of fear and worry, "You could have been seriously hurt! What if—" Her voice cracked. "You're.....you're one of the only people who—"
Mr.Davison's expression shifted, becoming impossibly gentle. He reached out with his weathered hand and covered hers. "Princess, I'm alright." Then he spoke as his thumb rubbed gentle circles on her hand. "You look so much like her, you know. Our Luna. Especially when you're worried-angry like this."
