Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1427

The following day, Jeremiah went to the Royal Medical Department.

All the court physicians, including the head physician, were present. Jeremiah sat, his gaze heavy as he surveyed them all.

"I have only one question for you," he began. "Do you have any hope of curing His Majesty's illness?" The physicians fell into a long silence. After what seemed like an eternity, the head physician, Desmond Walker, looked up with tired eyes. The red veins around them were a testament to sleepless nights. He shook his head.

"No, we do not."

"Not even a glimmer of hope?" Jeremiah asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Not even the smallest chance, a method, anything?"

Once again, the room was filled with silence. Jeremiah's eyes dimmed, his expression sinking until it was devoid of light. With a deep sigh, he finally spoke, his voice heavy with resignation.

"Can you extend his life for two more years if we gather the full strength of the Royal Medical

Department?"

Desmond bowed his head, his face filled with shame. "Mr. Murray, this illness is fierce once it flares up. Forget two years-even a single year...would be difficult."

This time, it was Jeremiah's turn to fall silent. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice sharp with authority. "Keep your mouths shut about this."

He slowly walked out of the Royal Medical Department, pulling his cloak tighter around himself. The chill in the air was biting, a reminder that the year was drawing to a close. The cold seemed to seep into his very bones, relentless and unyielding.

indifferent to the things around her, but the lights in the Royal Medical Department had been

something

After he arrived and examined her, he said,

ask. He had served in the palace long enough to know that very little could

everyone from the room, leaving him alone with her. The sunlight was faint, tempered by the sharp, cold wind that made even

does the king have, that it requires so many physicians to stay up all

shoulders sagged slightly, and his eyes reddened. He choked out the words, barely

armrests, the tips turning white from the

it

voice almost a whisper. "We are...still trying to find a

her lips turning pale. For

she had her

her eyes but she held

to ask where

and

she learned he was still in the royal

posture now appeared slightly hunched, weighed down by the news she

saw Victoria enter the royal study, he understood

even offering a smile. "Is something wrong? Why not just send someone to

dinner? There was no need for you to come all the way here

was filled with