Page 145 of Enchanted Heir
The healer was wearing a royal blue tailcoat and necklace of some sort, so it didn’t take much to figure out he was the royal healer. His shrewd eyes cut right into mine. “He would not let us give him the tonic he needs so he can finish healing until he sawyouwith his own two eyes. It will knock him out and he refused.”
“I had to know,” Krew said softly, “you were safe first.”
“Of course I’m safe, you brat! You sent me away so I would be.”
There was a gasp behind me, someone probably shocked someone from Nerede would call one of the princes that.
I honestly didn’t care for our audience at all. I wished they’d vanish.
“Please take the tonic now, My Prince,” I added.
He gave one nod. He looked like he might not even need whatever was in the tonic to be fully knocked out. The royal healer handed it to Krew, and Krew struggled to bring it up to his lips, his good arm barely strong enough for the action.
I moved to hold it for him, but the healer snapped at me, “No. Do not touch him until his magic has rebuilt.”
I put my hands in the air.
“Get us to the infirmary,” the healer commanded.
Owen hopped onto the back of the carriage, sitting on the back edge, and we were off.
* * *
The infirmary was not quite as depressingas I’d imagined it. I sat on a chair next to Krew’s bed. He was hooked up to a liquid of sorts pumping fluid into his veins. He slept soundly, not even twitching once since the tonic went into effect seconds from when he took it at the wall.
The royal healer stood there checking his vitals every few minutes, hovering and watching.
Catching myself moving to touch Krew again, I stood and went to the window, pulling the airy curtain aside only slightly.
The healer made a tsking noise, what had to be his personal quirk for annoyance, I decided.
The infirmary was a bright room with lots of white. But the beds were far larger than I imagined, probably because this was the castle and the people in these beds would be royalty or the Savaryn beloved. Even the chair to sit in next to his bed was comfortable.
Owen was there too, just a few feet down, back to playing the part of a guard.
All the Enchanted who had helped bring in Krew were told to go directly to the king for questioning about all that had gone down in Nerede.
At what had to be the eighth time the healer made an annoyed sigh or tsking noise, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Look,” I snapped. “I’m not leaving Prince Krewan. Be annoyed all you want, but I will not leave him.”
He pursed his lips but quit with the tsking after that.
It had been such a long day. The sun was setting now, and I couldn’t remember a day I was more glad to be rid of. I was just about to ask for Owen to have Silvia send my pajamas down so I could try to get some sleep, turning to Owen with my mouth already ajar, when the doors slammed open, black magic all along them.
Owen gave his head a slight shake, as if warning me.
“You two,” the king boomed. “Come with me.”
Owen gave him a bow, “Yes, Your Grace.”
“Your Highness,” I asked sweetly, “can you get our reports of what happened today from here? I don’t wish to leave Prince Krewan.”
He squinted his beady eyes at me. “Why? Feeling guilty for being the reason my son almost died today?”
The tears gathered in my eyes in record speed. I knew he had slung those words at me as a weapon, I just wasn’t sure they were wrong.
The healer took a step forward. “Your Grace. Please keep the noise down.”
The king looked to Krew only once before looking to Owen and then me. “Throne room.Now.”
