Sorayah let out a sharp scoff of disbelief, every muscle in her body tensed with frustration and dread.
In one of the more modestly furnished rooms within the imperial palace, Sorayah lay down on the bed, her figure partially concealed behind a veil of curtains. The soft drapery created a barrier between her and the others present...Dimitri, the royal physician, and Liam who waited in heavy silence for the results of the examination.
The doctor, a graying gamma with sharp eyes and a steady hand, had two fingers pressed gently against Sorayah's wrist, his focus unshaken as he tried to detect the rhythm of life within her. After several tense moments, he finally withdrew his hand and turned to face Dimitri.
Sorayah, sensing something significant, slowly sat up in bed, her gaze alert despite her composed expression.
