Morielle opened her eyes when the door to her room opened. When she turned her head, she readily saw the worried face of Sudrig, followed by Seliz and Aelor.
“Why is this dirty old man here? I don’t need him but a medicine man!” Morielle declared, sitting up on her bed.
“I’m not that old. I’m not dirty. I, in fact, was just out of my shower when your servant arrived, telling me that you’re dying!”
She scoffed, knowing that the last part was merely made up by this twisted Naim. But of course, she knew too well why Seliz or Aelor chose to call him instead of the ordinary medicine men in the kingdom. And they obviously preferred someone who could be trusted by her father.
“Your butler here is older, in fact,” Sudrig continued, sitting down on the edge of the bed, facing her to look into h
