Ivy’s Point of View
"The calcification has completely dissolved, Riven," I said, setting down my acupuncture rods and pulling off my gloves
I reached into my kit and prepared the final health tools for him, aligning the support braces and the specialized heating tonics.
"At this exact point, your spinal meridians are fully reconnected. The numbness is gone, which means your legs finally have feeling again, and you can officially start practicing how to walk."
Prince Riven sat on the edge of the examination table, his chest heaving with deep emotion as he stared down at his bare feet. He slowly wiggled his toes, a look of profound, silent awe breaking across his face.
"I can feel the coldness of the stone floor, Ivy," he spoke out, his voice shaking with emotion. "Months of dead darkness... and I can finally feel the earth again."
Just as he reached out to grip the bars to take his very first unstable step, the doors pushed open, and Bella walked inside carrying a tray of fresh tea. She froze completely by the doorway, her eyes widening in shock as she saw this incredible scene.
"Your Highness... you are standing?" Bella gasped, nearly dropping her tray as her cheeks flushed with overwhelming emotion.
I wiped my hands on a cloth, a clever, matchmaking spark lighting up my eyes as I stepped between them. I looked at my friend, keeping my voice entirely sweet but serious.
"He is indeed standing, Bella." I said. "Do you truly want the eldest prince to stand up and reclaim his high position as the rightful heir to the kingdom?" I asked her directly.
"Of course I do, Ivy." Bella answered instantly. "He deserves to take back his rightful place, and rule his people."
"Well, you must brace your heart then," I joked, a playful smirk touching my lips as I let it out.
"The eldest prince is already the most handsome warrior in the capital. I firmly guarantee that the exact second he gets better and rides his warhorse back into the high court, he will instantly become a heartthrob among all the noble packs. Countless Alphas’ daughters will be throwing themselves at his boots to become his wives."
The moment the words left my mouth, Bella’s bright expression stiffened, and she felt deeply uneasy and conflicted after hearing this. She lowered her head, and I know why... she was thinking of the painful memory of her unfaithful fiancé, Fred. She knew the brutal reality of the royal courts all too well.
Dominic cleared his throat loudly, turning his chair toward the exit. "Ivy, the butler reported that the winter root shipments just arrived in the lower storehouse. We must go check the inventory right now."
"Ah, yes, the medicine logs require my urgent signature," I agreed smoothly, taking Dominic’s hand.
I, and Dominic left the room on a quick, clever excuse to purposefully leave a completely private space for the two of them to settle their hearts.
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Prince Riven’s Point of View:
The doors clicked shut, leaving the room completely silent. Bella stood frozen near the tea table, her shoulders slightly hunched as she stared down at the floor, refusing to look at my face.
I let go of the support bars, forcing my unstable, uncooperative muscles to hold my posture. I took one slow, agonizing step forward, until I was standing just two feet away from her.


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