The moment the healer stood, she did not waste another breath. Her robes swept against the floor as she strode swiftly into her private chambers, Lucien trailing behind her, his steps heavy with both confusion and restrained impatience.
“Iris,” his voice cut through the silence, low but edged with demand. “What happened? What did you see?”
The healer, Iris raised her eyes to him, still dazed but steady enough to speak.
“I will tell you everything, Lucien,” she replied. “But let me first… document what I saw. Some truths must be preserved before they are spoken.”
She raised her hand and clapped once. A surge of air stirred the chamber, rattling the bookshelves until one leather-bound book tore free and floated towards her. It hovered in the air, its pages blank… then, as though stirred
