Morielle did half-hope that King Raithen would go to her during the hours of the day. Her husband was not back in the citadel after seeing those heads on the spikes just about a hundred meters or so away from the bridge.
She was staring outside the round window, remembering when she and King Raithen were there, admiring the beautiful view together. He was still courting and flirting with her then.
“Seliz is worried about you.”
She heard that familiar playful voice and turned around. “Sudrig!”
He strode toward her, and a saighs was not far away, standing at his designated spot some steps from the stairway.
“Why are you here?” she asked the medicine man.
“As I’ve said, Seliz is worried about you. She sent for me to examine you,” Sudrig answered, giving her a once-over. “You do look di
