When the day came to an end, Amethyst raced to the carriage and told the driver to ride back to the castle as soon as possible. When they arrived, Amethyst ran into the palace and up the stairs to her mother’s room. Conrad and Alfred were speaking in the hallway.
“Where is my mama? Is she better?” Amethyst asked as she raced to them.
Alfred looked at her then spoke to the King. “My lord, we should speak privately somewhere else.”
“Of course,” he said, turning to her. “Amethyst just wait here for a moment.”
“But—”
They left her, and Amethyst heard someone speaking in the room. Opening the door, she saw the doctor feeling for Melanie’s pulse with his fingers around her wrist. He wrote something down then put on his stethoscope to hear her heart.
“Is she going to be all right?” Amethyst
