“Good morning Prince Seth, Princess Molly,” The doctor says brightly, walking into our room. Anna had already brought us breakfast today. Thankfully, Seth told her what I’ve been able to tolerate so far and she made sure to bring me things that have been alright.
“Good morning,” I say to him. Seth doesn’t say anything, but he does look up from his computer at him.
“How are you feeling, Princess?”
“Alright, I think,” I tell him with a small smile. “I’m pretty nauseous, but haven’t actually been sick today.”
Seth chuckles slightly from his chair. “Yet.”
He comes over and takes a look at where the puncture wounds were just yesterday, finding nothing there today. “I’ve never seen anything like this,” he says, inspecting both sides of my shoulder. “Your own wolf, yes. But for a
