Dexter had been longing to see Mera since she passed out at the banquet. He was so worried about her. It would be a reckless decision to go to the room she'd been placed in now, so he could only hope that she was alright.
Yet there was something that was making him uneasy. When he'd passed by the room she'd been placed in, there were guards stationed at the door. He felt like he was going crazy pacing back and forth in his room without knowing what was wrong with her, instead of being by her side. Dexter called for his bodyguard, Declan at once.
"Where is the physician that attended to Mera?" He probed.
"He already left, my Lord." Declan informed, bowing low. "He was part of the guest's entourage. But he has a small hut where he tends his patients. I know where it is." Declan suggested.
Dexter hesitated, unwilling to act impetuously. Maybe this bad feeling he was getting was because he was worried sick about Mera.
"Are you feeling unwell, sire?" Declan asked.
