The morning sun cast a warm glow over Windmere as Sir Everard and Lady Eveline stood before the castle gates. Their faces bore the weight of the trials they had faced, and their resolve remained unwavering. As they awaited an audience with the king, the presence of the queen herself approached, her expression a mix of concern and determination.
Queen Isabella, known for her grace and wisdom, stood before them. Her eyes, usually filled with warmth, held a glint of worry as she addressed the two knights. "Sir Everard, Lady Eveline, your courage is matched only by your dedication. My husband, the king, has been burdened by the weight of our realm's troubles. He worries for our people, and he worries for you."
Sir Everard inclined his head respectfully, his voice steady as he replied, "Your Majesty, we understand the gravity of the situation. We are prepared to do whatever it takes to protect our realm and uncover the truth behind this darkness."
Queen Isabella nodded, her gratitude evident. "You have my deepest gratitude. My husband values your loyalty and your unwavering dedication."
The queen's words carried a weight that was not lost on the two knights. Their bond with the royal family had deepened, and the queen's expression of concern and appreciation strengthened their resolve.
They were led to the throne room, where King Arion awaited, his gaze a mix of weariness and determination. As they approached, the king's voice was heavy with both urgency and purpose. "Sit, my friends," he gestured to the chairs before him.
Taking their seats, Sir Everard and Lady Eveline listened intently as the king began to speak. "The prophecy that has haunted our family for generations speaks of a plague, a darkness that threatens to consume our land. This plague, it is said, can only be stopped by a mysterious figure known as the Wizard."
"The Wizard?" Lady Eveline's brow furrowed in confusion. "But who is this Wizard, Your Majesty? And how can we find them?"
King Arion leaned forward, his gaze piercing. "The details are sparse, but the prophecy speaks of a person who holds the power to turn the tide of this darkness. Their identity remains shrouded in mystery, but we have a lead. A doctor, rumored to be skilled beyond our understanding, is said to possess knowledge of medicine unheard of in our time."
"The doctor," Sir Everard mused, "is there any information about this person?"
The king nodded. "Rumors abound that the doctor is a woman, skilled in the art of healing and medicine. She resides in the outskirts of our realm, hidden from prying eyes. It is said that her methods are both miraculous and unconventional."
As the details of the prophecy and the search for the Wizard and the doctor unfolded, Sir Everard and Lady Eveline exchanged glances. The path ahead was uncertain, and the journey to uncover the truth behind the plague would test their skills, their bond, and their resolve.
With the weight of the prophecy and the fate of their realm pressing upon them, they rose from their seats, their expressions a mixture of determination and purpose. The quest to find the enigmatic figures named in the prophecy had begun, and the road ahead was fraught with challenges that would push them to their limits.
As they left the throne room, the echoes of the king's words lingered in the air, a reminder of the formidable task that lay ahead. The realm's destiny was intertwined with their own, and with every step, they were one step closer to uncovering the truth behind the darkness that threatened to consume their world.