The physician turned to face him, her demeanor calm and professional.
"Her Highness requires rest, my Lord. There is nothing more to be done at this time. With your permission, I will leave instructions for her care."
Theodore's eyes flicked to Reina, searching for any signs of deceit. Finding none, he grunted ,
His eyes narrowed as he studied Reina, his gaze penetrating as if trying to uncover the secrets hidden within her soul. His suspicion was palpable, a dark cloud hanging heavily in the room.
Reina felt his scrutiny like a physical weight, her pulse quickening under the intensity of his stare.
The physician cleared her throat, drawing Theodore's attention away from Reina for a moment.
"My Lord, Her Highness is in need of rest and gentle care," she began, choosing her words carefully.
"She has endured much, and to ensure her recovery, she must not be subjected to any further stress or... disturbances."
