As Lady Vanora observed his wound, Crown Prince Owine did not shift his gaze away from her and wondered what was going on in her mind. Though it was also hard for him to be still, he was quite invested in how serious she appeared. Then he finally heard her talk.
"I will need to hear more but I believe I am right about it," Vanora Asral muttered. "It is surely poison and not some illness." Making a deliberate pause, she continued, "The poison is lethal but one can make it less threatening by adjusting the amount and also mixing it with other substances. Based on the intention of the one behind it, it can grow into a life-threatening one just in months or years, like it is in your case."
He clearly heard everything she said but... Owine did not know how to think.
Could she possibly be right?
