Nikolai sat next to the bed, flipping through the pages of one of Beatrice’s books. Roxanne had quieted down a bit but would still cry out and struggle in her sleep every now and again. Nikolai had sent Gertrude away to get some rest though he had a feeling she was headed straight back to the library to look up anything about the black mark on Roxanne’s birthmark. He knew Gertrude was not used to not knowing how to heal someone, it was why his father had chosen her as head healer many years ago. She was dedicated and never gave up until every option had been exhausted.
Nikolai sighed as he turned the page again, tired of reading through these stories that led to nowhere. Some of them were interesting but they did nothing to help him with the current situation. He just was giving up hope w
