A Rose Between the Thorns

Chapter 9

My head felt heavy from what I could feel my body was sore, far more sore than it had ever been. What happened? Then it dawned on me, Patri had stabbed me with one of his blades and Fuegoleon's arm. "Fuegoleon!" It came out so fast I hand't even realised I had woken up, by the time I heard a door open and footsteps walking in.

I slowly sat up right adjusting my side, seeing as that's were most of the discomfort was coming from. When my eyes focussed I noticed someone standing at the edge of the bed I was sitting on. It was Dr Owen. "Ah, your awake that's good. How do you feel." I registered his question and realised I actually felt ok.

"A little uncomfortable, but ok." I answered rather bluntly as the memories from the attack on the capital and Fuegoleon's wound came back. "Fuegoleon is he?" I knew he was alive, but I needed to hear someone say it, just so I could be put at ease. "He's alive, unconscious, but alive."

I let go of a breath I hadn't even realised I was holding at hearing his words. "You yourself are fine now that your conscious. You shouldn't be in any pain, however there are a few things I need to inform you of." I nodded curious of what Dr Owen needed to tell me.

"As you know you and Fuegoleon were attacked, we believe it was by the leader of the terrorist group, the Eye of the Midnight Sun. Unlike Fuegoleon's injuries yours appeared to have not been inflicted to cause your death." I looked at him now bewildered, is he saying Patri didn't want to kill me, but why. 

"I see." I looked on waiting for him to continue. "You'll notice later when you change that you'll have a scar. However none fatal the wound may have been, it was still deep enough to the point where you'll always carry that scar with you." I nodded, I could feel my lips pout slightly at the thought of having to live with a scar for the rest of my life, at least mine wasn't visible thanks to it's location.

My head jolted up at the sound of Owen's voice once more. "Finally you should know that the Wizard King wanted to see you when you woke up." No doubt Julius wanted whatever knowledge I could give him of mine and Fuegoleon's attacker, sadly he'd have to deal with half the information and half truths.

"Thank you for letting me know." I said offering a smile in appreciation as I began to lift the bed covers, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed ready to stand for the first time in what felt like days, maybe it had been. When he took notice of my actions Owen took my arm in order to help me balance of my unsteady legs.

Soon I was standing and feeling much better then I had moments prior. "Also one of your squad mates arrived with some clothes for you when she and some of the other Black bulls came to visit you." He pointed to the table where my black bulls robe and another set of the same clothes lay, thanks Vanessa, guys. "You should put them on. Once your done come out there'll be a spacial mage waiting to take you to the castle once your ready." 

I said my thanks to Owen before he left and once he was gone I began getting dressed, finally putting on my Black Bulls robe and putting my grimoire bag around my waist, placing my grimoire inside.

Now that that I was all done I exited the room and true to Owen's word there was a castle mage waiting for me outside my room. He offered me a curt nod before opening a portal to the castle. Coming out of the portal I realised I had arrived directly into Julius' study, looking forward there he was staring out of the floor to ceiling window that had a perfect view of the outside world.

"Ah you've arrived." He said no doubt seeing my reflection in the window. "Welcome, I'm happy to see that your awake and well by the looks of it." I smiled at his words as his own smile seemed to be contagious. "Please take a seat, we have much to discuss."

I stepped forward towards his desk where I found a chair facing his on the other side. We both took our seats and when I looked out the window I guessed it had to have been a good few hours into the night. Surely Marx doesn't force him to work during the night, or does he simply choose to, who can say.