At War (Old Version)

*OLD VERSION! :) There's a newer one published now. :D*
Two princesses are fighting a war for their father's throne. Now, they must inherit their father's mighty battle dragons, and end the war, one way or another... But who will win?


21. Princess Korae

I wake up of my own accord, to find that I am in the infirmary once more, this time, I notice, there is almost no pain when I sit up, just a dull ache. Owen is slumped, fast asleep, in the chair by my bed, and I wonder why we never invested in bed-side-beds. I guess it gives the ill person a small advantage of comfort over their relatives or friends. Quietly, I swing my feet off the bed to the cold, wooden floor, and walk to the mirror in the corner of the room. In the mirror my reflection doesn't surprise me, my blonde hair is sticking up all over the place, the ends straggly and split from lack of brushing. My green eyes are sleepy and gunky, my skin really pale.  It's quite scary.

Owen stirs, and slowly begins to pull himself off the chair.

"Owen, when was the last time you slept properly, in a bed?" I inquire, suddenly aware of how tired he looks.

"About a... week or so ago, I guess, when the nurse finally lost her patience and demanded that I went to bed." He says, voice croaky and uneven.

"Well no wonder you are so tired," I say "You really need to get some decent sleep."

"How could I do that with my best friend lying seriously injured in the sickbay, because of me!"

"That wasn't your fault!"

"Then who's fault was it?" Owen asks, suddenly sad and serious, before leaving my infirmary room, slamming the door behind him.


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