King Wallace stood aghast in the palace dungeon, his hands clenching his purple robes tightly. His knuckles exhibited a snowy white appearance depicting how long he had held that particular position. He silently scrutinized the physician before him, assessing his capabilities to save a life that had been seconds away from slipping into nothingness . Was this what fear felt like? He did not quite care for it.
"He will recuperate within a few hours. Once this is done give him a full pitcher of water and some food to will him back to full recovery."
King Wallace gave the physician a curt nod, careful to maintain his impassiveness. The physician politely dismissed himself after placing a bundle of damp clothing under Lancelot's head. As soon as he was gone, King Wallace approached L
