Chapter 92: Royal Infirmary
"Duke Elsher!" The meek-looking servant stiffened, his voice quivering as he tried to stand in Orion’s path. He was a frail-looking thing, stick-thin at best, and still he tried to use his body to block the corridor. "Please, Your Grace! His Majesty has given clear instructions that the Princess is not to leave her chambers―"
Orion’s jaw ticked in impatience.
"Don’t make me ask you again," he said, his voice low with warning. "Where is the royal physician? How do I find the infirmary?"
The servant closed his eyes shut, his lips trembling as he said, "My apologies, Your Grace, but I cannot―"
Orion did not have the patience to listen to the rest of the servant’s speech, not when Soleia was quite literally dying in his arms. He easily side-stepped the man, his long strides quickly leaving the man behind.
While he had no clue where he was going, anywhere else had to be better than staying in that stuffy bedchamber of hers. The ventilation was poor and there was a weird musty smell in there that reminded Orion of mold.
With every palace staff he passed by, Orion stopped to pester them about the location of the infirmary. However, most if not all of them gave the same response― to bring Princess Soleia back to her bedchambers before the King found out. A small percentage of them simply turned on their heels and ran before Orion even had the chance to question them, and this was quickly causing Orion’s patience to dwindle.
Where was Ralph when Orion needed him? That man at least had a little bit of medical knowledge. Perhaps he would know what to do in such a situation.
"Orion!"