Solomon stared at her torn tunic. The color drained from his face. A look of pure horror washed over his features. His fingers went numb. The steel longsword slipped from his grasp and clattered onto the compacted earth. He dropped to his knees and reached out, gently supporting her uninjured shoulder to help her stand.
The sentinels finally broke their stupor and rushed forward to demand an explanation. Lune quickly clarified the situation, pointing at the loose gravel near her boots. She explained her awkward slip and how she had tumbled directly into his parrying blade.
The elite guards immediately escorted her out of the training grounds. They guided her back to her royal chambers, where the palace healers quickly arrived with glowing green salves and bandages.
They patched the laceration efficiently. The head healer gave a strict order, forbidding her from swinging a sword or engaging in any martial training for a full week to ensure proper recovery.
