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Lincoln and I step through the main doors to the emergency infirmary at Arx Hall. The effect of our unannounced visit is only slightly less chaotic than setting off a small explosive. People start rushing about, tidying beds and finding superiors. The place is a snug, square, high-ceilinged chamber covered in white tile. Rows of small cots line the floor. Silver doors mark the back wall; those lead to private rooms for nobility.
A young, red-haired nurse in a white uniform steps up to see us, a wide smile on her freckled cheeks. She can’t miss the fact that we’re the King and Queen. Hopefully she hasn’t heard the news that we just lost our son, because otherwise, I may need to slap the chipper right off her face.
“Greetings, Your Highnesses. I’m Nurse Emily. Who are you here to see?”
