The evening sun cast long, stretching shadows across the floor of Ashlyn's bedchamber. The room was quiet, save for the soft clinking of coins.
An older man with graying hair and a heavy leather bag stood by the door. He was Dr. Aris, a physician known for his discretion. Ashlyn stood before him, her posture straight, though her face was pale. She reached into a small drawer in her vanity and pulled out a heavy pouch.
She placed it in the doctor's hand. It was more than the standard fee. Much more.
"Thank you for coming so late, Doctor," Ashlyn said, her voice low.
The doctor bowed deeply, feeling the weight of the pouch. "It is my duty, My Lady. Remember my instructions. Rest is vital."
Just as the doctor turned to leave, the heavy oak door creaked open. Carlos walked in.
