The physician finally composed himself, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.
"My Lord," he said with a gentle smile, his wrinkles deepening, "if every man who thought of someone too often were bewitched, the world would be nothing but curses and spells. Although Revhara is…" He didn't continue.
In Revhara, since magic was common, such cases were not entirely rare. However, someone couldn't possibly bewitch a strong demon such as the General. It had to be something else.
Zayden's frown deepened.
"Do not mock me. You know what I am. My mind has never been this… clouded." His voice dropped, rough, almost strained. "I cannot focus. I cannot rest. He is always in my mind."
The physician leaned back, studying him carefully. The firelight cast deep shadows across Zayden's sharp features, his jaw visibly clenched.
"What you describe," he said at last, "is no curse, my Lord. It is desire."
