"Your Majesty..... how exactly would the mandrake heal me of my illness?"
King Leron was surprised that he'd ask this instead of just drinking like he was told to. He sat on his bed only a few inches beside Sangfroid, leaning on one hand like he was stumped. "I'm not quite sure. I simply drank it like how my healer told me to, and I suddenly felt better."
"Did they not explain what specific healing properties it has? What exactly made you 'feel' better? Did you feel that the pain disappeared? Have you felt any numbness? Did your insides warm up?" Sangfroid asked, and the more questions he asked the more he became wary of the tea in his hand.
King Leron was flabbergasted by this barrage of questions. "Are you doubting the tea I have prepared for you, Sangfroid?"
