Chapter 287: Not Poison?
The hall was tense, with the physician looking over Loraven’s symptoms. The pressure was on as beads of sweat trickled down the side of his face. This was the king’s mistress, and all eyes were on him. Evanna’s gaze never faltered from his, her hand twitching to heal her mother, but she couldn’t do it in front of others.
It wouldn’t bother her if this gift was exposed. Evanna would be returning to Direwood forest with Arawn anyway, but she wanted to see how this physician planned to help Loraven. If Killian knocked the glass from her mother’s grasp, then it had to be poison-
"It is not poison," the doctor spoke after forcing Loraven to throw up on her side. Nothing came up, and after providing her mother with some calming herbs mushed into a watery liquid, she was left there, head in Garrett’s lap, falling asleep. Evanna stared at Loraven’s face and lips and registered her reaction after sipping the contents of that glass.
"No offence, but that’s absurd," Evanna hissed, glaring at the physician. She looked inside his bag of tools, searching until she pulled out a syringe and some vials.
"What do you think you are doing?" The physician asked, sounding flabbergasted. "Your mother was unwell before tonight. Whatever she was given most likely wore off, Your Highness!"
Impossible. Loraven was healed with magic. Evanna’s nose twitched, the only sign she disliked his commentary.
Ger watched from the front of the crowd, his aura and presence causing others to stand back even more. He was frustrated by how little he could do, especially considering how much he’d gained from his death, and even more so because of the whispers among the nobles. They never gave their wagging tongues a rest!
The beast within him burned with the desire to be released and caused the palace to erupt into flames. It added to his own temper, and he had to clench his eyes shut and focus on calming down. Ger always had a short fuse, and now he couldn’t lose his temper because of this beast; this dragon that he’d turn into would happily kill everyone in sight.
"I know you like to think of yourself as the smartest person in the room," Isabel sneered, her too-high-pitched voice forcing Ger’s eyes to snap open. He glared at the princess, whose hand half covered her face as she snickered with some of the nobles nearby. "But he is the royal physician."