Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 96

"Lady Fiona, you look exhausted. Please, if you want to rest, I can let the others know. We are willing to wait for you to feel better," Merra, Aken is wife, said with a smile. "No one expected you to immediately start healing people. Perhaps you could take some time to rest in the cabin and start

Joniorrow instead?"

"I'm line, Merra," Fiona said as she examined the child. When she arrived, she deckled to immediately start healing people. The state of this place made her think that there would be a lot of people who didn't have access to the infirmary. And she was right. "Is my son alright!"

From smuled. "He is go

"Alright, """ Mena siid.

going to be fine. Please take him to Lady Karlana over there" She looked at Merra. "Please help them."

Fiona nodded, her gaze landing on the

village square.

The village square was bustling as Fiona began working, assessing one villager after another under the watchful eyes of both Aken and his wife Merra.

She chose to stay under a small shed near the stage as guards and local volunteers patrolled the edges of the clearing, keeping a close lookout for any sign of danger while villagers queued up, waiting anxiously for their turn.

Fiona turried her attention to the task at hand and smiled as a young mother approached with a baby clutched to her chest. Fiona glanced at the child, noting the faint purple hue beneath his eyes. "How long has he been sick?" she asked. "Since last winter," the mother replied. "He gets fevers, his breathing turns shallow. Nothing we've tried has helped."

Fiona placed her hands on the child's forehead, closing her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she nodded thoughtfully. "He has a lingering poison in his system, though not enough to be immediately life-threatening. Take him to Lady Kariana" She gestured to a tent set up with medical supplies, where Kariana was working, ready to treat anyone Fiona sent her way. Finina was beginning to wonder why the poison seemed to have only affected young children.

ily, it was too early to draw a conclusion.

Sadly, it was too

She watched as the mother's face lit with relief. "Thank you, Lady Fiona. Thank you

As she left, Fiona noticed a young boy, no older than twelve, stepping forward with a limp. A large gash ran along his leg, poorly bandaged and dark with infection. He was accompanied by his older brother, who held his arm to steady him.

his voice laced with desperation. "He was cut by a blade in the forest.

infected. I can heal the infection, but he'll need to rest and avoid any strenuous activity for a few days. Aken," she called over, glancing at the village chief. "Can

Fiona focused, letting a faint light glow from her hands as she placed them over the wound. The infection began

the pain dulled and then faded entirely. "Thank you,"

Fiona with tear-filled

a small nod, sending them off to

and diagnosing lingering poison symptoms among the villagers. Some suffered from chronic fatigue or sharp pains that seemed to have no cause-signs of low-dose poisoning that the villagers had endured for months, possibly years. Whenever the encountered such cases, she directed them to Karlana

warmly. "Let's take a

clunched her chest. Fiona placed her hand on the woman's back, focusing her energy. She sensed a foreign toxin lingering in the woman's lungs. This isn't too serious, but you'll need to rest and take some herbs from Sir Cillian. He'll tell you exactly what

Chapter 96

with gratitude. "Thank you, Lady Fiona. We've tried everything, but nothing has worked.

Fiona felt Elijah's grip tighten on her arm, his other hand instinctively

later. Regos appeared, his Eace tense.

Lady Fiona," he said. "The villagers, they're turning

glance with Finna, Even she couldn't mask

a faint spark of intrigue

the envoys had been starved of acknowledgment and attention since they started helping her. She thought they would restrain themselves from seeing the current situation. She was wrong. It seems that they had finally drawn

out of the shed and into the siptare, where villager hur garbered in a throng around Lady Carissa and the envoys. Carissa, looking pale but composed, stood with her hands raised, attempting to placate the crowel, while the envoys

and the envoys, their

everything?" a man in the front shouted, pointing accusingly at the envoys "Why is it that every herbs bundle and sack of grain has a council

hands as if to calm

with lines of hard years etched into her face, called out, "You want us to know exactly who gave what is that it? You want us to grovel in gratitude

falling sick When our elders were dying from infection that a single healer could've saved them from? Where was

at the faces glaring back at her. She took a step forward, her

you come with bags of potatoes and dried meat? Now you want to

you're scared of what she's doing! Scared she'll help us without your interference and that we'll remember her for

the envoys, struggling to maintain his dignity, held up a hand.

nas

voice sharp. "That's all you care abour Putting on a show to save face while Lady

sacks of food are half-routed by the tinse they reach us. You