But he was not finished.
“The Bishop’s grip on my father grows stronger every year. He controls the healers, the temples, and the people’s faith.” Ethan sighed. “If his power is allowed to continue to grow unchallenged, he will rot the kingdom from the inside and leave us with nothing but the carcass.”
There was a quiet rustle of fabric and I felt the edge of the bed dip. Ethan was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me. I didn’t know how I knew that but I could feel it.
“Maybe,” Ethan said softly, “a real healer will change things.That is all that matters”
There was another pause, a longer one this time and I felt myself dying with each passing second.
I was nothing to him.
His uncle spoke again.
“Does she know this?” He asked evenly. “And is that all that you want?”
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