Who would have known that Barak would hold his wife so dear?
What Raknar had been seeing since he returned could in no way classify as hate. Not from his brother, and based on the look of longing in her eyes that night he had arrived, it was evident that the feeling was mutual. Albeit she was still stubborn and impulsive, she did not hate her husband… but the only thing was that he wasn't certain she knew that herself.
In fact, Raknar wasn't certain either of them considered that the other could actually sincerely care for one another.
The door to the room suddenly opened and everyone gathered around it, but Barak remained in place holding his breath and Raknar stood beside him. The physician stepped out and, ""Your Majesty, please your assistance is needed."" Said the elderly woman who looked to be over 700 years old with a head full of long gray hair that was styled in a comfortable low bun.
""M_Me?"" Rakavi asked as the woman stared and called her.
