Chapter 22: Deep Thought

As soon as they entered Dylan's room, he was immediately put down on the bed and slowly raised his left leg. "I'll leave you here for now. I just need to tell the king that the physician is here." Prince Dylan just nodded, and General Agustin immediately left. The doctor and Adira were left with the prince.

While the doctor was examining Dylan's foot, I sat in the chair on the side of the bed that was a bit far. I just watched how Dylan hurt while the doctor tried to move his leg.

He turned to me and frowned because I smirked, so his eyes glared at me. I opened my mouth without a sound, and what I said was, "Idiot."

He even tilted his head and was probably trying to figure out what I was saying without a voice. I saw that the doctor was finishing what he was doing, so I stopped teasing Dylan . Thanks to me because I took his attention away from his painful foot.

Suddenly, the door opened and General Agustin, King Stephen, and Prince Damon entered. I lost my attention on Dylan because of Prince Damon and the way his eyes looked around the room as if looking for something. "If I figure it out, you are the culprit of sending a letter to King Stephen. It's not just a hand wound that I'm going to make you suffer," I whispered.

I still followed Prince Damon's gaze because King Stephen was focused on Dylan. When he rolled his eyes, he looked at me and was slightly surprised, but it only took a few seconds for him to smile, as if he hadn't done an investigation inside the room. 

Meanwhile, Prince Dylan looked at Prince Damon and followed where he was looking, and Prince Damon was looking at Adira with eyebrows raised. "Dylan, are you okay?" asked the king, but he kept his eyes on Adira. "Son, are you listening?" He turned to his father in shock.

"What is that, father?"

"I said, are you okay?"

"I'm okay now, father."

"Then that's good, but I think I'll just send food here because they say you can't move your left leg. It would be nice if Prince Damon and I could eat together with you, but there are many other opportunities."

"I'm fine here, father. You and Prince Damon can eat now."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded and turned to the doctor. "Thank you very much, Doctor Martin." The doctor just nodded and smiled slightly.

"Martin, join us, come." In the end, the doctor agreed, so they went out, but Adira stayed in the room.

I turned to Adira. "You haven't eaten yet?"

"No," she answered.

"Why?"

She looked at me with one eyebrow raised. "I just want. Why? "

"You can go out and leave me here to eat. You often don't eat on time just by watching over me."

"It's a good thing you know."

 I looked at her. "It came right out of your mouth that you didn't eat at the right time because you agreed. Why are you looking like that now? " I just shook my head. I said it calmly, but she still had a lot of answers that were not funny.

We turned our attention to the door because someone suddenly spoke and a servant came in with food. She just put it down and bowed to respect before leaving, but what surprised me was Adira standing up and approaching the small table where the food was placed.

"Can I taste your food?" she asked, which surprised me.

"I told you. You can go out to eat; why do you have to taste my food? "

Her face became serious. "I'll just taste your food, even if it's just a little bit. Why are you so angry?"

My eyes widened as I looked at the food and at her. "I'm not complaining, I'm just saying that you can go out and eat!"

She was suddenly stunned for a second. "I don't want to go out yet. I'm too lazy to walk, so I'll just taste your food whether you want it or not." I didn't do anything. She took food with the spoon and fork that I was going to use, as well as the glass filled with water, which she also drank.

"Is it delicious?" I said sarcastically.

She nodded, then put the spoon down. "It tastes the same when I eat. I thought yours was different than ours, so I'm curious. You can eat it now."

I looked at my feet. "How can I get there if I can't move?"

He alternated between looking at the food and at me. "It's really your fault why you can't move for two weeks," she said while bringing the food on top of my bed.

"Why are you blaming me? I didn't know that was going to happen to me."

She sighed and said gently, "Go ahead and eat." She turned her back on me and sat again on the sofa, far from my bed.

I took the spoon and stared at it. "Don't look at that, it won't automatically scoop up food and put that spoon in your mouth. And don't even plan to change it just because I used it if you don't want me to move your foot, and if you also think that there is probably saliva from my mouth, yes it is, don't be picky. I'm human; I'm not a zombie who will infect you if you use that spoon," she elaborated.

 "What she said was so long, it's like I just looked at the spoon and she said a lot," I whispered, and started eating.

While Dylan was eating, Adira was thinking about what Prince Damon had said about the archery tournament. "If Dylan takes two weeks off, he'll only have a few days left to practice holding a bow before the day comes for the archery tournament. What training should I do to him to learn that in a short amount of time?" I was thinking carefully about what I should do as I massaged my forehead with my eyes closed.

 Meanwhile, Prince Dylan had finished eating when he noticed Adira. He frowned and tried to peek where he could see her face, but Adira's hand covered it so he couldn't see it. He also noticed that Adira was massaging her forehead. "Does she have a headache?" he whispered.

The prince was surprised when Adira lowered her hand and looked at him with a glare. "Why do you look at me like that?"

My eyes narrowed as I looked at him. "Because I have a problem and you are the reason."