Ryker’s POVThe ride back to the palace was a blur. My focus never left Camilla, her fragile form cradled against me. Every few seconds, I checked her breathing, each faint rise and fall of her chest granting me a shred of hope. Her lips were still pale, her skin cold to the touch. My heart pounded as if to replace the life slipping from her.By the time we reached the palace, the physician’s son was already waiting with Christine near the back entrance. They’d cleared the area, ensuring privacy. A rare blessing, considering how fast rumors traveled. For once, I didn’t care what the court would say—what I needed was peace, just long enough to save her.We carried her straight to the physician’s chambers, her weight unnervingly light in my arms. The room, usually ominous with the remnants of others’ suffering, felt emptier than usual. A small mercy. Gently, we laid her on the bed.The physician immediately began his examination, his hands steady, his expression unreadable. I lingered n
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