FIONA
“Doctor Fiona, the Prince has requested that you return to your room and meet him there at once.”
I lifted my head, hand frozen mid stitch above the patient who’s cut I was attending to and looked at the guard standing at the entrance to the clinic.
“Did he say what this was about?” I asked. “I’m in the middle of a procedure.”
The guard blinked and I realized that of everyone else in the palace, I was probably the only one foolish enough to question the crown prince. The others just followed his orders.
“My orders are to bring you to him.” The guard said as if reading my mind. “He said to tell you it was a matter of urgency.”
Frowning, I glanced at Elias, who had also appeared at the door, but he shook his head. He did not know what this was about either.
Immediately, I calle
