"Come now Maya told the servant. "I have a feeling I know what this is about forget it and come with me."
I contemplated for a moment what I should do. I had ointments I could give her to help her brother, but it was too risky given if she was caught, they would know it was me who had helped her. My ointments too obviously pointed back to me. But was there nothing at all I could to help this woman? I hated feeling so helpless. Knowing that I had the capability to help but couldn't was so frustrating.
I watched as Maya took the servant and began to guide her out of my room. I continued to think. Was there really nothing I could do?
"Wait," I said stopping the two of them.
"No, Your Highness. We can't anger your father again. You know very well what happened the last time this happened." Maya warned me.
"I know you're worried," I started. "but let me talk to her for a moment."
Maya's lips pressed together nervously. She was very uncomfortable by the situation.
My attention turned to the servant. "Where is your brother's injury?"
"On his stomach. A deep claw scratch," she described.
"Which pack are from? How long have you been a servant here?" I further inquired.
"The Magus pack, we were defeated 2 years ago. My brother was a part of my pack's army," she said.
"Mmhmm," I said as I contemplated. "Just a moment."
I went to my seating area and got some white wine from a jar on the table. I then got a small leather bag which nearby which held some cloths. It looked small enough to hide under clothes. I poured some of the wine inside it and sealed it. I then went back to the two of them with the bag in hand.
"Your Highness," Maya said in a panic. "You shouldn't"
"Maya, I know the risk, but I think in this way I can help her without tracing it back to me and without risking her getting in trouble if she does get caught," I tried to assure her. The leather bag looked unsuspicious enough that a slave could have one like it. I learned this the hard way given the last time when I was caught.
I turned to the servant once more. "I'm not sure how help this will be since I can't give you any medicines or ointments. But my advice is to give him as many liquids as you can, I'm not sure how much water you receive but make the most of what you get and give him as much as you can," I told her.
Despite the metal collars the slaves were forced to wear, at the end of the day they were still wolves. The human form certainly slowed down the healing process, but they would still heal slightly faster than an ordinary human would. There was a slim chance her brother might survive. Given he was a part of her pack's army, I was assuming he must be physically strong. The alcohol should help in cleaning the wound and stop the bleeding, as he naturally heals. Giving him as many liquids as possible would help him retain the blood he lost.
I was betting on that and hoping that could be enough to help him. Obviously, this wasn't the ideal situation. I was basically crossing my fingers and hoping for the best as it was a 50-50 chance survival rate. However, the situation couldn't be helped.
"Yes, Your Highness," the servant gladly accepted my advice. She then took the alcohol from me.
"Keep that in your undergarments and use it when no one is looking," I advised her.
She nodded in understanding.
"I can't guarantee that this will work but it's the only help I can extend, I'm sorry," I told her.
"No thank you I'm desperate to do anything, to try anything," she said to me. Seeing the sheer desperation in her eyes only made me feel uneasy. This shouldn't have to be like this. She shouldn't have to do this.
"Goodluck, I hope your brother recovers," I said sincerely to her.
She nodded in agreement. She had managed to stop crying but my words brought back a few.
"We have to go now," Maya then said and rushed with the servant out of my room.
I watched them leave and stared at the door after it closed. I brought a hand to my face and walked away going to sit down on my bed. First the maid Elodie had killed and now this situation, on top of how uncomfortable I felt during the games earlier.
Day in and out I watched slaves get mistreated by all around me and all I could do was watch. The guilt I felt only worsened with time. I wasn't sure I how much more of this I could take. I was tired of feeling helpless, I was tired of not being able to do anything.
My father always told me that this way of like was what was best for the kingdom. That this was just the way things had to be but did it really? Did these people really have to suffer so I could live luxuriously? Was this the only way we could live. I knew for a fact my mother didn't agree with my father. I knew she was against him.
Determined I stood up from my bed and went to my closet. I took out my research materials and went to my desk to continue research. I had to finish what I was currently working on. If I could finish it and perfect the formula, then perhaps I could leave the palace. I could leave and see the reality of the world out there. Out there perhaps I could get the help I needed to stop my father.
As I worked at my table of course I had to be careful. I kept my senses sharp as I worked. I used sense of smell and hearing to sense if anyone was coming toward my room.