"How can you be so sure about that?" Atticus demanded, pulling himself to full height to loom over Nathaniel intimidatingly. "Vampirism hasn't been seen in over decades, and that is even if the records of them are even true; how would you recognize this toxin?"
Instead of cowering like before, Prince Nathaniel stared evenly back at Atticus without flinching. When it came to healing and dubious substances, he had knowledge like none other royal.
A lifetime of stunted magical growth meant that he was always searching for a possible solution, and his status as Crown Prince meant that he could acquire all sorts of rare materials for his experiments.
"Because I created something like this before, when I was a child," Nathaniel said, much to the shock of everyone in the room.
