Leah, Eli, and three other junior doctors gathered in the Infirmary briefing room for their next assignment. Leah had barely sat down when Dr. Esme entered, her presence commanding the room. In her hands was a stack of files and, most intriguingly, a glass box containing a black metallic bracelet.
Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at the bracelet. It was eerily similar to the one Sath used to wear during their time together. She clenched her hands tightly, willing her mind to focus on the present.
“Okay, everyone,” Dr. Esme began, her tone brisk and authoritative. “Before we begin, I need you all to sign these confidentiality agreements.”
Leah and the others exchanged glances. The terms were clear: any sharing of information about the royal family’s medical conditions or treatments
