Fiona
My first few days at the Palace Medical Academy taught me one very important lesson.
If you want to survive as a physician in the palace, then don’t piss off the Prince’s Uncle.
But here I was, already at a disadvantage because he absolutely hated me, on sight.
He never said the words outright but he didn’t really need to. It was there in the clipped way he addressed me. In the way his eyes slid past me during discussions as though I were part of the furniture and not one of them.
No one ever asked for my opinions on patients or their treatments even though I was a fully licensed doctor. As a matter of fact, he treated the students better than he did me.
For the first week, he made sure to hand me the assignments no one else wanted to do. Taking inventory, cleaning his sur
