Natalya Czarina
Battered and wounded from the fight, Natalya found herself in the tavern with the help of Koshechka and her own hand maiden. The wound on her arm and leg were gashing, spilling blood over the white tiger as they managed to escape the arena in a low profile.
Being a loyal servant, her maiden assisted in finding an apothecary to nurse her. The man stitched her wounds and tended her bruises in extreme secrecy, with a reasonable gold price in return she was willing to give so long as he'd never tell a soul.
"Prepare me my dress." She ordered.
"But-- my lady, with those wounds, I don't think y--"
"I didn't ask for your opinion. I said retrieve my gown, and a pair of silk evening gloves. Prepare Koshechka for the night, as well. She needs none of my blood stain... Most importantly, no one must know about this, do you comprehend?"
"I'm sorry. And yes, my lady."
The lady of Dvorets let out a sigh. "I apologize. This has been a wretched day, just please do not tell anyone about it. I would still attend the ball, as expected of my brother."
For the rest of the day, she rested well. Taking all the time to heal her damages. It wouldn't be a fast recovery until tonight, but she would have to last weather she'd like it or not.