The carriage rattled steadily along the road leading towards the palace while Rebecca lay unconscious on one side, her face frighteningly pale.
The bleeding from her thigh had finally been stopped, but the arrow still remained lodged deep in the wound because the guards had been unable to remove it without risking even greater damage, and there had been no physician available where they found her.
Julian sat beside her the entire journey, clutching her hand tightly in both of his as though letting go would somehow make things worse.
His frightened eyes never left her face as he silently waited for the moment she would finally wake up.
Since the night before, she had not opened her eyes once, and the longer she remained still, the more terrified he became that something terrible had happened to her.
