Tabitha's POV

I clean up the medical supplies in my desk after securing the bandage in my waist. I pulled my dress up and zipped it, after that I looked at the whole body mirror to tie my hair. I'm feeling a little better than yesterday, and Donovan didn't let me leave his bedroom last night. But now, I'm in my bedroom.

The sun had barely lifted when I made up my mind. King Donovan’s orders still echoed in my head—You’re not allowed to leave your chamber until your wounds ...