"You're much too worried, Princess." Fiadh laughed, entirely unconcerned. "He is very protective of you, but...! I did get some tips from the doctor." She winked.
Fiadh...
Thought Donncahd was protecting her.
The truth was far more selfish.
Donncahd was protecting his property. His image. His reputation. He didn't care about her, not really.
He cared about the fact that an attempt had been made on his life, by extension. That his power had been challenged, his authority defied.
The scar on her neck was not a symbol of her survival.
It was a brand of his failure to protect what was his.
The one bit of comfort, she supposed, was that Donncahd's command likely had to do with a mistrust of the staff and a concern over looking weak. With Fiadh, he had no reason to doubt the maid, and she had seen Rache at worse states than this.
So...
Nervous as she was...
It was likely all right.
