A doctor opened the door into Desmond's office as he, Alfred, and William sat with dark eyes. The doctor gave a small bow toward Alfred, taking a breath. "Your Majesty," he spoke softly causing Alfred to look up with his eyes. Flinching ever so slightly from the gaze, he composed himself.
"The arrowhead has been removed and the wound sealed." Alfred didn't dare to feel happy with the news seeing the nervous fiddling from the doctor. "There is a problem." The doctor said with a grim voice. "It's a wound to the lungs, Your Majesty. Even if we were able to remove the arrow, the risk of infection only gets worse."
"Stop." Alfred raised his finger as he scoffed. "Will he live?"
