Author's POV
"Father. It's time to drink your potion. Come on, don't be late. I don't want anything bad to happen to you again. Remember? When you were late for your potion yesterday? I was scared to death to find you drooping weakly on the floor of the room!" Bezel grumbled throughout her arrival from the kitchen. "Anyway, you have to finish all of this immediately!"
Bezel placed the tray on the nightstand. Besides the lunch plate, the porcelain bowl that held the liquid was an intense green color. It puffed out hot steam that was scented with special herbs.
The aroma was bitter but effective in relieving her pain. There was nothing better than Bezel's traditional concoctions. Secretly, Bezel had been studying medicine using concoctions from various magical plants and herbs.
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