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The Northernmost Territory III
Ezekiel started to wrap my wounds by the use of his remaining bandages. He cut up several of them to make sure that he has enough left for emergencies. I gritted my teeth as soon as the mixture of herbs he had formulated touched my lacerations. My body pressed against the cold bars of the prison wagon as I flinched from the pain by the time he dressed my injuries. I breathed deeply as I tried to regain strength from the beating I had endured from Matthias.
“You are lucky you haven’t broken any bones, Princess,” he said as he tucked the medicines inside his bag. My rib was not broken but it sure does felt like it.
“How do you know my mother?” I asked him as I stared at the trees that moved swiftly with the movement of the wagon, “aside from her being the Queen.”
I have never encountered anyone who had a connection with my mother aside from the royal courts and the royal constituents of the kingdom. The people of my kingdom only knew her as the Queen of Fardoja
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