By late afternoon, Emilia had finally managed to convince herself that she could not spend every waking moment thinking about who had poisoned Queen Mother Alira.
She had spent enough hours surrounded by guards, questions, medical records, and suspicious faces to make her head ache.
Even when she tried to focus on something else, her mind kept circling back to the same things.
The missing maid, the missing guard, the puncture mark beneath Alira’s wrist, and the possibility that someone inside the palace had been patient enough to poison the Queen Mother little by little.
But for once, Emilia decided to leave the investigation to Draven and his people.
She was a healer. At least, that was the part of herself she still understood.
She needed to remember what it felt like to do somethi
