Merylle’s POV
"Merylle, King Venz asked you to serve them their breakfast. They are in the hall." Myka's voice beams behind my closed door.
I urgently attend to it to welcome her. "Are you doing fine now?" she asked right after I opened the door. Her eyes drop to my right hand which is currently in b*****e. When she looks back at me, her face softens.
"I-I'll get the herbal ointment."
"No need. I'm good now."
It's true. I manage to do the first aid earlier with the things Myka left in my room. Plus, I was ordered to serve the hall. I need to be there.
This is how my life is going to be from now on. No matter how I feel, I have to show up for my master's.
She nods at me in response. I gave her a reassuring smile when I notice the hesitant look in her eyes.
We part ways at the end
