The doctor who had come to see Davina looked about a hundred years old and withering in appearance. Covered in robes so white that even the full moon would want to hide. A thin Golden hem of the robe was enough to give him a Scholarly aura that according to King Zavian, none of the other doctors possessed.
His long white beard hung from his chin all the way down to his shoulders, his eyes gleamed like watered cobbles and his tiny smile upon the sight of Davina lost somewhere amidst the wrinkles on his face.
He was known for his perfect diagnosis and predictions related to health and if there was any truth in his reputation, then Davina will be witnessing it first-hand.
The way he sauntered into her chamber, Davina had lost hope but the moment he touched her wrist and opened his mouth,
