To think that dancing would injure him like this, it was absolutely ridiculous. Of all times to get himself injured he did it right before the royal gathering, how frustrating. He would lay in his bed, no doubt he would need to call a physician, but wouldn't he rather rest? Perhaps it would be worth the pain to endure the injury and simply get some rest. He thought to himself for a few moments. He couldn't afford for the wound to become infected, he finally decided to call a physician, he sent one of the servants to find the finest available physician. Hopefully there was more a physician could, though somehow he doubted it. He remained in his bed, pretty much helpless.
He closed his eyes and tried to imagine something pleasant. Time passed quickly as he imagined beautiful vistas that was the kingdom of Alder. He would imagine the many great projects he would complete, how much he could improve the kingdom: No man, woman or child would suffer, and he would decimate his enemies. Fourty minutes passed before the physician arrived, Roland's eyes snapped open once heard the creaking of the door opening. He was always a little intimidated by doctors of any kind, often times their treatments were quite painful, and pain was something that Roland was terrible with. He had no choice though, and despite his anxiety he kept a straight face, with any luck the doctor could help more than the bandages, and he could take a nap in preperation for tonight.