-Jonah-
“Get me out of this bed!” I demanded, gripping the old physician’s robe tightly and yanking him down to my level. The elderly man looked terrified, but I couldn’t care less. I had heard everything—the trial of Liana, the queen’s imprisonment. Something was very wrong.
The queen had given me some herbs that seemed to be helping, but I knew I wasn’t fully cured from whatever Elisa had done to me. I probably shouldn’t be trying to get up, but I had to act.
“Sir, please,” the old man pleaded. “Let me go!”
“No! Get me out of here!” I shouted, using the last of my strength and pulling on the old man to help me rise.
“You can’t… You’re not well!”
I didn’t care. Liana was about to be hanged, and the sun was setting. From my bed, I could see that it was almost dusk. I didn’t have muc
