"How is she?"
The Royal Physician lowered his head and quickly averted his gaze from scrutinising her expression onto the marbled floor that showed his own reflection. He could clearly see sweats dribbling down his forehead and his trembling body.
Feeling light headed from the amount of pressure her gaze had given him, he took a deep breath to calm his own heart, taking a whiff of chamomile scent drifting over from the cup of tea the Queen currently placed atop her table. He scrunched down lower in a kneeling position.
"Weak. Before she was already in a weaker state, however the injuries she received had worsened her current health, it already caused mild fever. If she couldn't recover within three days, I believe it will be hard for her to wake up," the man had stated. His hand reaching out a small kerchief out of his chest pocket and wiping away his forehead, for fear of tarnishing the Queen's polished floor.
