"Speak!" Harold ordered the physician.
"I—" He kept his voice as low as possible as he whispered in fear, "I found... out the King is... being p-poisoned." The royal physician whispered, and Harold's eyes narrowed.
"What poison? And by who?" Harold asked, also keeping his voice very low.
The man told him all he knew about the poison, but as for the culprit?
"... I don't know who is behind it, but the Queen believes it might be through his food," the royal physician said.
"The queen knows about this?" Harold asked, and the royal physician was startled when he realized his error.
"Yes, your highness. She suspected it first and asked me to look into it," the royal physician rushed to explain.
"Is there an antidote?" Harold asked, and the head physician told him what he had told the Queen.
