Emilia didn’t move immediately. Her gaze stayed fixed on Queen Mother Alira’s face, but her mind was no longer in the room.
It replayed the details she had just noticed, over and over again, refusing to settle. Something was wrong. Not slightly wrong. Completely wrong.
Behind her, Draven’s voice cut through the tension, low and controlled.
“Prepare everything. She moves to the hospital within the hour.”
Doctor Halden nodded, already issuing quiet instructions to the nurses and the young female doctor beside him.
The room shifted into motion, people moving with urgency, but Emilia remained still, her thoughts sharpening instead of calming.
‘Ulcer. Internal bleeding. Surgery.’
‘No. That wasn’t it.’
Her fingers curled slightly at her sides as her instincts screamed louder. She had
