9. Recovery

AGNARR.

Night has fallen, and I have just returned. The castle is silent. I heard nothing from my men, no good news nor bad… but the atmosphere when I return is sombre.

Does it mean she is not getting better?

It’s been a while since something aside from Nefzaan has consumed my mind.

I make my way to the infirmary before stopping at the open arch.

“Your majesty…” Garza, the head healer, whispers, as the rest of the healers cower in fear.

“What are the results?” I ask coldly as I push open the door to the room she is in.

“She is not healing, she is far too weak, and her wounds are dire… I’m not sure how she is alive.” Garza bows low, her words irritating me.

“Then what are you good for!” I snarl.

How was she standing if she was in this state?

It can’t be true.

As much as I want to decapitate the healer, I need her for the war to come.

“Leave.” I snarl.

They obey without delay, and I brush the curtain that covers the bed aside and look down at the woman on the bed.

My gut tw