Meryln sat quietly on Prince Scot’s bed, trying to calm herself down. His words crutched her heart and pierced her soul but she would not give him the satisfaction of showing him that.
“Here drink this, I think it might help you” she said, passing a bottle with the herbal solution she prepared for him.
“What makes you think I want your herbs?” he asked coldly.
“Don’t you want to get better so you can return to your betrothed?” she asked, suppressing the anger rising inside her. Only if he knew what she had to do to get him those herbs, she thought.
“How do I know that you are not here to poison me like you did with Emily and her friends?”
Her calmness was frustrating him more. He normally shouted once for someone to leave his chambers and him alone but Meryln was just too stubborn
