Disclaimer: Sorri I forgot about it before so here it is. I own nothing except this story… kinda. All the charries except for Eharih is hers. Eharih's miiiiiiiine.

Chapter 3: Silence

Three days she spent sleeping. Her hands bandaged but not yet healed. When she awoke she found Jonathan asleep by her side. She lightly touched him with her bandaged hands, biting back a yelp from the pain. Jonathan stirred but did not wake.

Duke Baird came in and saw she was awake. He rushed to her side. Picking up her hands, he un-bandaged them slowly. She winced as some of the threads of the linen bandages stuck in the wounds and had to be pulled out.

"I've taken out all of the amber pieces but they cut very deep. One almost reached one of your major veins." He continued to talk as he bandaged her hands with new linen bandages.

She looked over at Jonathan. He continued to sleep.

Duke Baird saw her line of sight and told her. " Do not disturb him. He has been by your side never resting since you came to the Healer's wing. He never rested until falling asleep at dawn."

She gasped. " He is the king. He should not have done that. He endangers the country by doing that. I know that Roald is of age but he should not endanger himself like that as well. Why didn't you stop him?"

"Royal command," Duke Baird merely stated, leaving emotions out of his voice.

Thayet clamped her mouth shut. She knew that no one in Tortal could argue with a royal command. Not even her, the queen. She sighed. Jonathan could be so hard to deal with when he was stubborn, she knew just how much.

Duke Baird put in her hand a cup. It smelled absolutely vile. The drink was a sea blue. It smelled of sever herbs she could and could not identify. Living up in Sarain she had learned never to question a healer but to just obey them.

She closed her eyes and went back to that day when she was five, before her mother had joined the realms of the dead. Before all her horrors and sorrows swamped her soul.

Giggling, she played with the water in the fountain. Butterflies flitted around her, flirting with the wind. Her mother laughed as she tried to catch the butterflies. Buri stood nearby watching everything with wary eyes.

Thayet tripped and fell. She wailed as her knew, which was skinned, began to bleed. Kalasin rushed over and kneeled down. Crimson skirts billowing around her, protesting this movement. Kalasin hushed Thayet and called Buri to carry Princess Thayet to the healers.

The healers looked at Thayet's wound. She waved her fists at them when they tried to touch the wound. Kalasin smacked her lightly on the head. Thayet rubbed her head and glared lightly at her mother.

The healers proceeded. Thayet made not a sound and obeyed whatever the healer bid of her. If she protested in any way Kalasin would smack her lightly on the head if she said anything or lightly on the arm, if she pushed against a healer's hands.

She looked at Duke Baird who bid her to drink the vile smelling liquid.

She gulped the stuff down and fell immediately back to sleep.