Wilson led the group down the long corridor to his study. The large door opened with a soft click.
Heidi and Penelope stood, still holding each other's hands. Their expressions were anxious.
Owen and Kai just kept looking around the study.
They hadn't been to Wilson's study before, so their eyes moved curiously, taking in every detail.
A few minutes later, the royal physician arrived.
It was the same middle-aged man that had been called when Aristia fell unconscious because she was about to manifest a daemon.
He had sharp eyes and an efficient air, but this man had been reduced to a ball of fear by Wilson's stare just because he couldn't find out what was wrong with the princess when nothing was wrong with her!
He wasn't versed in the manifestation of daemons and neither would he imagine a girl manifesting a daemon, so it wasn't his fault that he couldn't figure out what was wrong.
