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."

Queen raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "Do they now? And what of this poison? What do

as if it were tailored for her. Even her extraordinary resilience seems insuficient against it." queen Luna ler our a quiet laugh, reaching for a sugar cube and

her head slightly. "It does paint an intriguing picture, Your Majesty. The healers did all they could, but they left with little

of her tea before setting the cup down with precision. "And

The items were presented as recommendations from the healers, just

is only fitting that Lady Fiona receives the best care, after all. Her survival-or

her gaze remained calculating "The Prince was as protective as ever, Your Majesty. His insistence on keeping her in the village was.... admurable,

"And

all the more satisfying when

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

her head once more. "As you wish,

followed her. "Keep me informed. And ensure the council continues to see this as a matter of concern. Let

her, Queen Luna libed her teacup once more, her gaze drifting toward the horizon. "A healer who cannot heal herself, she murmured. "How tragically poetic" She chuckled softly, the sound mingling with

Please 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 was brought back. Allow me to take over for

on Fiona. His expression was unreadable, his posture rigid as

yrl to come.

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 slightly as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

glance

at

the tea

folding his arms. "Lady Fiona wouldn't want this. She'd want you to be strong, to think clearly. You can't do that if you refuse away,

to step

causing both Carissa and Rio to flinch slightly. He didn't look at them, his focus entirely on Fiona. "Leave," he said. Carissa hesitated, her gaze darting between Elijah and Fiona "But, Your

said leave," Elijah

protest, but one look at Elijah's rigid stance made her think better of it. She nodded reluctantly and followed Rio out

reaching out 1 brush a stray strand of

he murmured, his gaze locked on her pale features. "Now you're making me look

Fiona's hand, 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 flicker of movement. One of Fiona's eyes cracked