Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 113

Lady Mathias sat in the carriage, the rhythmic clatter of wheels on the dirt road blending with the murmured conversations of the healers seated. opposite her. She held a delicate porcelain teacup, sipping its contents calmly as the healers spoke in hushed tones. "She's barely alive," one of the healers said. "The poison is unlike anything I've encountered before. It's almost sentient, resisting her natural healing

abilities at every tum.

Another healer chimed in. "Even if she does survive, the damage may be irreversible. Her body is fighting two battles-one to heal and another to contain whatever is coursing through her veins.

"Do you think she'll ever wake up?" Lady Mathias:

asked, her gaze sharp as she studied the healer.

The man hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "If she does, it will be a miracle. Her current state suggests the poison is still active, though weakened. But there is no telling how long she can withstand this."

Lady Mathias leaned back, swirling the tea in her cup thoughtfully. "Interesting A healer, reduced to such a fragile state." She allowed a small smile to play at her lips. "Perhaps the gods have a sense of irony"

Another healer shook his head. "She's a Rosenthal If she were faking, we'd know. The extent of her injuries makes such deception impossible."

Lady Mathias's smile faded, her eyes narrowing slightly as she set her cup down on its saucer with a faint clink, "Nothing is impossible, dear Especially when desperation fuels the act." healer.

The camage jolted as it transitioned onto smoother cobblestones, signaling their approach to the palace. Lady Mathias shifted her attention back to the window, watching as the grand gates loomed ahead. Despite the Prince's insistence that Fiona remains in the village, Mathias couldn't help bur agree, in her own way, with his decision.

The palace, after all, was far more treacherous than any rogue-infested forest. The Rogue King, for all his ferocity, was predictable. The Royals and the Council? They preferred their weapons hidden behind smiles and etiquette

The carriage came to a halt, and Lady Mathias stepped down with practiced elegance. She made her way to the Queen's private garden, where Queen Luna sat alone, a delicate teacup in her hand and a tray of untouched pastries on the table before her. The scent of lavender and freshly cut roses filled the air, masking the tension that seemed to accompany every meeting in this place

"Your Majesty," Lady Mathias said, bowing slightly as she approached.

Queen Luna set her cup down, her sharp eyes glancing up at Mathias. "You've returned. I trust your visit was enlightening, she gestured for the Court Lady to take a sit..

Lady Mathias took a seat opposite the Queen, folding her hands neatly in her lap. "As expected. Your Majesty. Lady Fiona's condition is dire. The headers are convinced she may never wake again."

smirk tugging at her lips. "Do they now? And what of this poison? What do they y make

her extraordinary resilience seems insuficient against it." queen Luna ler our a quiet laugh, reaching for a sugar cube and dropping it into her tea. "How portic. The great healer, undone by the very thing the's meant to

paint an intriguing picture, Your Majesty. The healers did all they

delicate sip of her tea before setting the cup down

items were presented as recommendations from the healers,

fitting that Lady Fiona receives the best care, after

gaze remained calculating "The Prince was as protective as ever, Your Majesty. His insistence on keeping her in the village was.... admurable, if not naive, Queen Luna waved a dismissive handl. "Let him play

"And

the more satisfying

faltered for a fraction of a second, replaced by a sterly resolve. "If the recovers, then we will simply adjust. But for

bowing her head once more. "As you wish,

as a matter of concern. Let them believe I am the one holding everything together."

drifting toward the horizon. "A healer who cannot heal herself, she murmured. "How tragically poetic" She chuckled softly, the sound mingling with the rustle of the

have some calming tea Carissa placed the delicate porcelain cup on the small table near Elijah. She stepped back, her hands clasped in from of her as she glanced toward Fiona's motionless form. "You haven't eaten or rested since she

Fiona. His expression was unreadable, his posture rigid

yrl to come.

understand your concern, but you must take care of yourself as well. The healers have done all they can for now. Staying here without rest won't change her condition." Still, Elijah remained silent, his jaw tightening

glance

at

the tea

you to be strong, to think clearly. You can't do that if you

to step

to flinch slightly. He didn't look at them, his focus entirely on Fiona. "Leave," he said. Carissa hesitated, her gaze

leave,"

door. "Come on," he muttered. "He won't listen right now." Carissa opened her mouth as if to protest, but one look

reaching out 1 brush a stray strand of

locked on her

which lay limp atop the blanket. His gaze lingered on her face, memorizing the pale features that seemed too still, too lifeless. He was about to speak again when he caught a