"Ah."
Sylvian winced as Iliana gently tried to wipe the blood from his lower lip.
"Just bear with it," she whispered, her brows knitting with concern as she carefully dabbed at the cut.
Before Sylvian could say anything, the door suddenly opened, and Georgia entered with the physician close behind her.
"Prince Sylvian, what am I hearing? You were injured after getting into a fight with Prince August?" Georgia asked, her voice filled with concern.
She stopped abruptly when she noticed Iliana standing beside Sylvian. Iliana immediately straightened and lowered her head respectfully.
"Aunt, I'm fine," Sylvian assured her. "Perhaps you should take the physician to August. He might need attention more than I do."
Georgia looked between the two of them for a moment. She understood what Sylvian was implying and decided not to intrude further.
"Very well," she said, giving Iliana a brief, knowing glance before turning toward the physician. "Come with me."
