"Your Grace, you are making a grave mistake!" the head healer cried out, stumbling backward as Alaric pressed forward. "With our abilities, Master Astrea would definitely get better. His recovery would be guaranteed!"
But even with those words, Alaric did not stop. He pushed the white-robed men until they were backed against the threshold of the hallway, away from the guest wing. Just as he grabbed the heavy handles of the door to shut them out, the head healer shouted one last, desperate question.
"Don't you want to see Master Astrea whole and healthy again?"
The words hit Alaric, and he paused for a moment, his hand tightening on the doorframe until the wood groaned. The silence in that moment was agonizing.
Of course, he wanted to see Julian healthy. He wanted to see him stand, to see the pain leave those pale features… To see him walk through the castle gardens without a limp or a wince.
