The doctor quickly rushed past Sophie. He examined Valgius over with various medical equipment, none of which he knew the use of. The doctor shook his head. "Young man, I'm afraid you're going to be restricted to just your bed for at least a week. I don't know what caused those internal injuries, but they're pretty bad." the doctor and medics left the room. Princess Rozarain pushed Sophie out of the way as she came in. She quickly walked over to Valgius' bed. "You okay?" she asked. Fire flared up in Valgius' hand. "Don't come closer, or you'll be the first Royal funeral pyre I've ever lit." Valgius said. The Princess was shocked. "Why...?" she asked. Valgius shook his head. "Because, you push yourself upon me without even asking how I feel about you. I don't know how they do things here, but where I come from, you ask another person before you make a move on them. Now, just because your a spoiled brat doesn't mean you can have everything you want." Valgius said, his voice hard and harsh. Rozarain started to cry. "I... see... well, Valgius, let it be known that I will keep trying to win you." she said, getting up to leave. She glared at Sophie. "And you... I don't know what he sees in you. You're just common scum!" she said, turning on her heels and fleeing. Unknown to everyone, the King had heard and seen all. He shook his head. "Oh, Rozarain... will you ever learn?" he asked himself.