Back then, he had seemed almost resigned to sharing her downfall, as though her death would drag him willingly into ruin. But now, with his daughter lying pale and broken in his arms, Dimitri looked like a man whose entire world was on the verge of collapse.
Many who witnessed the scene could not help but raise their brows. Was this truly the same Dimitri they knew?
Dimitri laid Claire gently on the medical bed as the staff rushed to surround her. His eyes, however, darted past them, searching frantically for the ones he trusted most, the head of the ward, the Royal Doctor, and the Royal Healer, both renowned as the best in their fields.
"Where are they?!" Dimitri's roar thundered through the ward, his voice echoing off the stone walls. "Bring me the Royal Doctor and the Royal Healer, now! Heal my daughter!"
The sheer force of his command rattled the healers and attendants alike, fear flickering in their eyes as the weight of his fury filled the room.
