The next few days seemed as critical as the first night for the shadow girl. The fever tormented her for about a week, a strong fever that did not seem to go away with the healer's herbs. Then came the chills, which shook her fragile body, bringing the monk to the brink of despair. They didn't pass easily.
Finding the door ajar, the king and Ayla still dared to pass almost among the bersekers at the door who remained motionless, from time to time managing to sneak into the room where the monk was always frowning and worried, only to ask about her and how she felt.
The colds didn't go away, so the monk made a decision. Seeing the two, he looked at them for a long time and addressed the king, starting to take his clothes off.
-I need you to stay as witnesses, and the king frowned his for
