"Doctor." The king called out and quickly at their side was a man of medicine. He looked over Fitz's side.<br/><br/>"It is not serious sire. Just a small cut to the flesh. Keep it clean and dry and you should be fine. I will want to look at it again soon though to keep an eye on it. Even wounds like this can kill if proper care is not administered." Fitz waved the doctor way accepting his future care for the wound. He still hadn't let go of the slipper.<br/><br/>"I do not understand why she ran. Maybe she was afraid I would ask her to marry me, but she is not obligated to. She is just my choice. Please father if she is found let her know she always has a choice. I cannot force her to open her heart to me." The king watched his son worried. He was pleased Fitz seemed to have found someone worth his efforts, but this was so opposite of Fitz's normal actions that the King was unsure of how to handle it.<br/><br/>"Doctor will you give him something to sleep. I am worried he might do something rash." The doctor nodded and led the prince to his room and gave him a drink to sleep.<br/><br/>~~~<br/>The guard rode his horse following the strange blonde woman. At first the chase was easy, he suspected the girl didn't know he was following, but then she pressed on her horse to faster speeds. The guard's horse was already starting to wear down enough that it had a hard time keeping close.