“Of course not, My Prince.” she answered. “I understand completely. Please feel free to lock up as soon as I exit. I will try to return quickly, but if not me, then one of my subordinates will be back soon.”

“Thank you.” he said, gently setting Mint on a nearby cot, then followed the physician to the tent opening.

She slipped out of the tent, yet even as she departed, he could see eager citizens jockeying for a spot to look inside the tent at the young prince and the lovely queen sitting on a cot. Once she was clear, he grabbed the latches to the tent and tied them securely in place.

“Well, it looks like we have this cozy little space to ourselves.” he said, returning to Mint’s bedside and settling down in a seat beside her cot, where the woman sat, seemingly awaiting his return to her side.

He gently took one of her hands in his and brought his other to her cheek, stroking it gently. He pressed his brow to hers and shut his eyes.

“I’m overjoyed and relieved to see that you are well,” he whispered, slowly opening his amber eyes, only for them to be lost in the piercing viridian gaze of, “…Amarah.”

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