*****Erika’s POV*****
The doctor walked into the room. “Good day, Your Highness. My Lady.” He bowed in greeting to me and Paula.
“Good day, doctor.” Paula and I chorused our replies.
“Are you doing well, Your Highness?” The man looked at me, concern lacing his middle aged features.
“Yes doc.” I nodded.
He looked at Paula who merely shrugged, then pointed at dad. “How is he doing, doctor? Any improvement yet?”
“Not yet, I’m afraid.” He wore a mask of uncertainty and sympathy.
I nodded, battling with the painful constriction of my heart. “Not yet.” I repeated as though trying to say it would make me understand what he meant.
“I’m sorry.” The doctor’s soothing voice drew me to tears but I held it in.
I should never show weakness in public. If I must be overwhelmed with emotions, it should be with my close ones, in the privacy of my room. If I was going to take over from dad, I should be willing to be strong and act emotionless.
Even though all I felt like doing at that moment was cry, I should be able to rein them in and put on a stoic mask. To play the untouchable and brave Alpha Queen that was expected of me.
I stood from the seat. “I’ll leave you to do your duties, doctor. Please, let me know if anything arises.”
“I definitely will, Your Highness.” He bowed as I walked to the door.
“Good day, doctor.” Paula bade him as we left dad’s room.
“My Lady.” He bowed.
Paula and I walked the hallway in silence, I swallowed, trying to dislodge the boulder that had lodged itself in my throat.
She held my hand and squeezed in comfort. “It’s okay, Rika. You’ll be fine.”
I turned to her. “Will I?”
She nodded with confidence. “Yes Rika. I know you will be. Anyone who can survive three years in that hell of a marriage, can survive anything. Like I had said earlier, your father is a wise man who makes wise decisions. He did not make a mistake giving you what belongs to you.”
“You have a lot of confidence and faith in me than I do for myself at the moment.” I sniffled.
“I’m not saying this because you’re my best friend. I’m also saying this because it is true.”
I stared at her face for awhile, then averted my gaze, focusing on the long hallway before me. “Did you hear what I said about Jace?”
“Jace will be back. I think he’s hurt in the moment, and trying to run off steam. When he comes to, you’ll settle whatever differences you both have with each other.” She assured.
“I don’t think so.” Tears filled my vision.
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