''Heal her,'' Elora commanded, her gaze falling on the dwindling mana stones. She closed her eyes and waited. Nalia hurriedly summoned the healer. When the man entered the room and saw the queen, he paled, remembering the maid she had punished without evidence.
Seeing Her Highness's pale form on the ground, and from experience, he knew Instantly she had been crippled. Fear gripped his heart. If even the queen's royal aunt was not left unpunished, then who was he?
''Y-y-your Majesty,'' He stammered, bowing so low his back nearly touched the floor. Elora waved him off and eyed him with curiosity, wondering if this poor man was all right, and why he was shaking so badly. She looked at Nalia, wondering if she had brought in a sick healer.
