Back in Reneira's chamber, the King sat at her bedside, gently holding her hand. How could she be this selfless? Giving her life to save him? He couldn't believe it.
"Wake up, daughter," he murmured, his voice thick with concern. "You're stronger than this."
Across the room, the magician finished preparing a shimmering remedy in a delicate vial.
"She will wake after consuming this," he remarked with quiet confidence.
The King motioned to the royal healers.
"Test it. I want no risks, make sure he's added no poison or enchantment."
The healers examined the potion carefully with a silver bar, then nodded.
"Nothing unusual, Your Majesty."
Satisfied, the King returned to Ren's side and gently helped her sip the concoction. Moments later, color began to return to her pale cheeks.
Aunt Everin, standing nearby, let out a deep, shaky breath of relief. While she was engaged in an argument with Rebedina, her daughters were facing death.
"My dear, what happened to you?" she whispered.
