Calix’s POV.
My convoy pulled up in front of the castle. I alighted from my carriage and strode inside the mansion. Amidst the worried glances and bows of my staff, I hurried up the grand stairs and arrived at the threshold of my chamber, meeting the door wide open.
There Emily lay on the bed shivering, despite the heavy blankets wrapped around her. Beads of sweat clung to her flushed skin, and her breathing was shallow, uneven. Leia sat beside her, pressing a damp cloth to her forehead, her face drawn with worry.
“What happened?” I demanded, striding toward them.
Leia looked up, her eyes filled with unease. “Her fever spiked the moment you left. I-I thought it was something I could manage but it's only getting worse.”
I reached out, brushing damp strands of hair from my mate’s forehe
