"You are in no position." She retorted, and it was his turn to smile.
He brought small transparent sphere that was hidden in one of his palms while he rubbed his ring, and he looked into her eyes.
The healer's expression turned pale.
"How did you…"
She trailed off, coldly.
"I just learned," he leaned in closer on his desk, "how to play your game—better!" He smile increased with emphasis of the last word.
The healer nodded in acceptance of him calling the shots.
"Just know—'Your Majesty', you just began a game you can't finish. And this time, you wife isn't here to save you." She ended abruptly turning, bursting the door open, and starling Walter.
The King, surprised on what his late beautiful wife has to do with the matter, sparked.
"What do you mean by that? You witch! I'm talking to you!"
