-Rivanna-
Just before the sun went down, the physician’s house came into view. I felt a wave of relief at the thought of his remedies and their potential to alleviate my suffering. I was eager to end this pain and regain the ability to walk, so I wouldn’t have to rely on the prince to carry me any longer.
“There!” I exclaimed.
The prince approached the house, finally setting me down, and I rapped on the door. Light streamed through the windows, indicating that he was still awake. The physician answered the door. He was an elderly man with gray hair and a beard, tall and imposing. He resembled more of an old soldier than a healer.
“Killian!” I greeted with joy.
“Rivanna?” he responded, puzzled.
There was no way he could forget me after spending so much time helping me recover.
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