جميع فصول : الفصل

Elara’s POV The knock at my door came just after dawn. It wasn’t a soft rapping like a maid might provide, nor was it the kind of polite knock that allows someone to prepare themselves. No, it was a strong, confident bang that resonated through my room like a judgment. Sitting upright in bed, my heart pounded in my chest. “Come in,” I managed to say. The door swung open, and Lady Morgana entered, but she wasn’t alone. Beside her stood a man tall and slender, adorned in deep blue robes that signified his rank within the royal medical order. The silver insignia on his collar proclaimed him a healer appointed by the court, not the sort of independent doctor I might have favored. Morgana smiled at me. “I took the liberty of bringing someone to assist you,” she said in a sweet tone. “You seemed rather unwell yesterday.” A chill ran down my spine. “I didn’t ask for a healer,” I stated cautiously. “True,” she replied, stepping uninvited into my space. “But the palace did.