Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160910175125/@comment-24736819-20161013201213

(Cool.)

Jakin was resting, still recovering from the events that brought him and his men to their current health status. The medicine that his brother's healers were giving him always made the halfbreed sleepy and as such he requested some time alone in his tent.

"Dear gods, I thought they'd never leave...", a familiar female voice invaded Jakin's ears once he shut his eyes close.

"What? Who is there?", Jakin sat up, surprised and reaching for his sword.

His fingers closed around the sword's hilt but immediately a female hand stopped him from unsheathing the blade.

"Is that how you say hello to a friend?", Lisbeth's white smile was as beautiful as the first time they met.

"Lady Lisbeth!", the Prince exclaimed, quite surprised.

"I suppose it is better to be greeted at the start by a blade than to have it concealed and thrusted on your back later on...", she chuckled, joking with the fact that Jakin's brother betrayed his allies.

"I...Damien...", the halfbreed Prince looked down, clearly not completely on board with King Damian had done.

"Relax, I don't really care to what happens, happened or will happen to Jehanna.", Lis shrugged and playfully sat beside Jakin, on his bed. The Prince winced in pain and laid back on the bed, realizing he was not in true danger.

"They got you good, huh? What did the healers said?", the Vampiress asked, mantaining her playful tone.

"Several broken ribs, my left arm was utterly destroyed and my right one suffered some small damage...Worse part is my right leg, though, as you can see.", Jakin sighed, remembering everything the healers said was truly depressing and the fact that his brother had just made amends with the people responsible for his situation only made it worse.

"You won't be able to...", Lisbeth started, but immediately stopped speaking, kissed Jakin on the forehead, jumped out of bed and out of his sight.

A few seconds later, a trio of healers entered the Prince's tent, which made Jakin's eyes wide before he realized that the trio found no one but him inside the tent.

"Anything wrong, my Prince?", the eldest of the healers asked.

"Yeah, I'm severe pain and unable to fight alongside my men as we take our lands back...", the breton-redguard Prince managed to lie quite well.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Ah, but it seems to me that no battle will be necessary to accomplish that, my Prince. The High King sent us his aid in words of order.", the healer replied, smiled and ordered his apprentices to start changing the Prince's bandages. Jakin simply made a confused stare before laying back down, trying to figure it out what was going on.