After Arlan left the Palace of Thistle, Oriana once again went to the Palace of Oak. This time, she carried the stalk of black nightshade with her. Her nerves had been stretched taut from the moment she stepped out of the prince's residence, nervous that a knight on patrol or a royal guard would suddenly inspect her pocket.
However, just like the previous day, no one checked her.
When Oriana reached the guest residence, only then was she able to breathe freely.
The old physician and his second apprentice were inside the workroom, preparing medicine for the King as usual. Once they finished the first batch, Erich looked at the younger man."Adam, this list of herbs, go to the royal pharmacy and have them bring these here as soon as possible."
Adam accepted the list and quickly left.
Erich turned his attention to the young woman who was tasked to clean and disinfect the vessels used in preparing medicine. "So, have you brought that herb today?"
