Sage sat in the sitting room with her parents, her hands folded tightly in her lap. The silence in the room was suffocating, heavy enough to press against her chest. The words her father had just spoken still echoed in her head.
Alexander had been stabbed by a silver dagger tainted with poison.
And according to the healer, he wouldn’t make it to morning.
She stared at her father, unable to believe what she’d just heard. “He’s dying?” she whispered, her voice cracking despite her effort to stay composed.
Her father nodded slowly, his expression drawn with exhaustion and grief. “The poison has already spread too far,” he said quietly. “The healer’s doing what she can, but it won’t change the outcome.”
Sage blinked rapidly, trying to process it. She wasn’t particularly close to Alexander
