Royal Blood
It would be back within an hour or so.
"Heliodora, I must go rest," my Aunt Iris told me, "I fear that I may be going down with a headache."
I put the bowl down and quickly pulled her into a hug.
"Then we must pray for you," I offered, placing a hand on her head, "We must pray to Asclepius, the god of medicine, that you and father shall get better."
She smiled.
"Rest well, my dear child."
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