Vincent’s POV
The young nurse nearly tripped over her own shoes when she spotted me at the end of the corridor. Clipboard hugged to her chest, breath shallow, she bowed quickly before speaking.
“Your Majesty—the princess has been treated already. Her knee was bandaged. The doctor says it’s nothing serious.”
My steps quickened, swallowing her words.
Treated. Already?
Dr. Lean had been here.
Relief struck first, hard and unsteady. It loosened a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, but it carried something else with it too—unease. Because that woman never lingered longer than she needed to.
I strode through the press of uniforms and white coats, guards stepping aside instinctively. The hum of voices, the clatter of trays, the sharp scent of antiseptic—it all blurred. And then I f
