~Kael~
At 2 a.m., the monitor readings finally began to settle. Lyra's fever had broken. Dr. Zane exhaled slowly, his shoulders sagging in visible relief.
“Prince Kael,” he said quietly, “the worst has passed. She’s stable now. But she’ll need full rest. No stress.”
I almost collapsed right there. My knees buckled slightly, and I had to catch the edge of the table behind me to maintain standing.
She was safe. My Lyra was safe.
Dr. Zane cleared his throat. “You should call in her maid. Someone needs to clean her up, change her into something dry.”
“I’ll do it. Leave.” I said quickly.
He paused for half a second, then smiled knowingly. “Of course. Everyone, out.”
The room emptied. The door clicked shut behind them.
I turned back to Lyra. Her dress was clinging to her skin, soaked th
