Arabella's point of view.

(Wymond's room - 9:03 PM)

"Are you sure you don't need help, Your Highness?" Cora asked me for the thousandth time.

"No, thank you," I answered and continued trying to dry my hair, which was giving me a hard time because of the wounds on my back.

I had just finished taking a shower in a very funny way too, since I was strictly instructed to protect my wounds from water to avoid reopening them.

"Er... do you need my help with anything else?" she asked ...