It was just a simple cut from Lucian's sword that caused this. She was aware Lucian's blade was cursed but it could not be that bad.
If the strongest mage currently in existence could not help, then who was she going to run to? The Gods?
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"Let's not rush into conclusions before having a clear understanding of the first prince's condition." The scholar spoke up. He was grey and knowledgeable, from Abrielle's guess the scholar was the same age as the emperor.
At least the scholar looked his age. "If you may. I would love to have the room." The emperor requested. Abrielle nodded, she approached Cedric who was seated at the bed quietly watching them.
Cedric's face was stoic but he was amazed. He didn't expect she would be able to convince the emperor so easily. He knew how crafty the Ceaphyr family were.
They weren't called the descendants of the god of wisdom for fancy.
