( Evelyn’s POV)
The room is too bright, too sterile, for a confrontation like this.
I stand just beyond the circle of royal advisors, my heart pounding like war drums behind my ribs.
Can I do this?
The scent of sage and antiseptic clings to the air, layered with the fainter, more distinct tang of magic, the kind that lingers only after powerful healing has been done.
I can feel every gaze shift to me as the current royal healer steps aside and gestures toward me with reverence.
My nerves are rattling on edge.
“This is Evelyn,” he says, his voice calm but weighted. “Three years ago, she was the Royal Healer. In that time, her skills have only deepened. We believe she is the best candidate for Chief Healer moving forward.”
There’s a beat of silence, and the room murmurs with appr
