Eliana sits on the small cot, her mind zoning out. “Am I not even allowed to go check on Jasper?" The thought of him has her entire body crying out with anguish.
Tears blind her, even though there is nothing to even look at, in this small structure.
“I wonder if Evyn will tell mama Beatrice and papa Conrad about the Chief meeting with me."
“Milady," a voice breaks through her reverie and she locks eyes with the clan's healer. He bows his head. “I have come to tend to you. I must look at your ankle."
He places a few sacks of unknown substances on a small table.
“May I," he shows his hands, palms up, waiting for approval.
Eliana only nods, her heart tightening with anxiety. He approaches slowly, his long hair swaying with his movements.
“How does he treat his wives" she blurts out as
