Days had passed. Rounds of different healers, far and wide, had come to check on the queen mother’s state—including Muriel, who found no cure for her madness.
Only apologies and sympathetic lines were repeated, as they all wished the alpha king well.
“T-there truly is nothing we can do, my king,” one healer stammered, trembling under his cold gaze, nearly wetting herself in fear.
Syzar could only watch, feeling there was more he should do—but chaining her was not an option. He would never alter who his mother was and chain her like how the beasts did.
Instead, she was allowed to roam freely through the castle at night, though she mumbled words no one could understand.
Respect for the queen mother did not wane. The servants made themselves scarce to avoid triggering her fear, as her sc
