#Chapter 8: The Luna Queen

Aldrich “It was Cathy who healed my wounds?” When I woke up in my chambers, I was more surprised to learn this than the act of waking up somewhere completely different than I fainted. Alan, a staple of my entourage, nodded. He was my second hand man, and although as general I did not have time for friends, I would call him the closest thing I had to one. “Yes, we found you outside her cottage. I have to say, her dressing skill is very professional,” he drawled, an amused look on his face. I could see the question in his eyes about why I was there. I didn’t care to entertain that yet. “Alan, go find out more information about the assassins. I also want to know what my wife has been doing for the past four years.” I waved him away. He saluted me before following my orders, exiting the room with a chuckle. I was left contemplating how Cathy managed it. Military medical staff come from the healer clan and generally needed to study in medical school from childhood. Only a