Blue Roses and a Teardrop
"How is he?" Arthmael asked Evelyn as he entered the big chambers of the King, watching as she was still trying and failing to find a way to heal her brother. The past few hours, Evelyn had done everything she could think of; went through any book that could help her through their library, talked with the best healers of their kingdoms, tried and tried endlessly to find an antidote to whatever was inside Victor's wine... but nothing. It seemed the poison was created for this specific reason, and no one could find the antidote except the one that had created it in the first place. Not even her healing powers ― which were some of the best an elf could have ― changed anything except easing the burning pain inside his body, and calmed down his fever somehow. But that was only a temporary sol
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