“I will call for guards to take her for a proper burial, and to dispose of the bodies of the other men.” Loria informed her brother; he leaned heavily on her as they walked. His hand was now wrapped in a scrap of her shirt and his blood decorated her clothing like it appeared on his clothing. Halfway into the castle she yelled for help, the guards swarmed them quickly. Kalon was taken away from her and whisked into the healing wing. She refused to let them take the Princess away though; Loria needed the girl to see her father for it might have been her last chance. Gripping the girl’s hand in hers, Loria walked at a quick pace down the long corridor and through several more to reach the chambers of the King.

“Your grace,” she bowed as she let go of Estelle’s hand. “I have troubling news. We were attacked in the gardens, Kalon lost a finger and a half and the servant girl of your daughter was killed.” 

The King looked from the Graceling to his daughter before looking back to the Graceling again. “What else?” 

“It came to me in a vision, that Kalon was to be killed today, that there would be men invading your gardens.” Loria said, going into detail about her visions. It became clear to the king that perhaps the army hadn’t stopped at night, or that Loria had been wrong about their distance. He knew that his meant saying goodbye to his daughter, his precious daughter. Loria stepped out of the room to give them a moment to say goodbye.
She ventured off in search of the room her brother was in.

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Kalon had been given a foul smelling and bitter purple liquid to numb his pain. It made his legs feel like jelly and it made his head spin as they worked on his hand. His ring finger had been cut off just before the largest knuckle and his pinky had been severed right down to the hand. Well there had been a little stump that they had removed. Kalon was given a large, thick strip of leather to bite as they burned his wounds closed. The healers quickly applied a thick, waxy ointment onto his hand and wrapped it in cloth bandages. 

(Sorry that this one is so short.)