A week had passed since the incident with Rose in the meeting room.
And Mark had fully recovered from the blood loss.
The first two days had been the worst, with constant dizziness and a weakness that barely allowed him to stay on his feet.
Fortunately, Alice and Ely had taken charge of giving him iron-rich meals and forcing him to rest until he stopped looking like an undead.
Thanks to that, Mark was now fully recovered and was straightening his robe in front of the mirror in his room, trying to look presentable for the important meeting he was about to have.
But then the door opened and Alice walked in.
"Are you ready, my lord?" she asked, stopping at the entrance.
"Almost," Mark replied, giving one last tug at the collar of his robe. "How do I look?"
"You look impeccable as always, my lord," Alice replied with a small smile. "Though still a little pale."
"Blame Rose…"
"I know," she said, letting out a small laugh. "But even so—"
