Lady Selene, Aedric's fiancée, stood in the corridor with a mixture of worry and frustration etched across her face.
Inside the room, the palace's healers whispered among themselves, each one more clueless than the last. The curse that had struck Prince Aedric was beyond their knowledge, and none dared to admit it aloud.
Selene paced outside, her sharp eyes fixed on the guards. She finally turned on her heel and approached them.
"I want access to the assassins," she demanded, her voice steady but laced with authority. "I need to interrogate them myself."
One of the senior guards, a stout man with a bushy beard, shook his head. "I'm afraid that won't be possible, Lady Selene."
Her expression darkened. "Why not? I'm Prince Aedric's fiancée. I have every right to—"
