"How could this be?" one of the consorts broke the silence, waking everyone from their stunned daze. The others started panicking at the thought of Matilda becoming an invalid.
How would the other castle treat them from now on if they find out about Matilda's current situation? The thought sent a chill straight through their hearts, and the whisper grew louder in the room.
"Healer, do your best to ensure she recovers. I can offer you anything—wealth, lands, herbs, magic crystals—anything at all. Just make her return to her former state!'' The black-haired man negotiated, listing his rewards to the healer in a trembling voice, his tone rising unconsciously.
At his words, the others turned to the healer with hopeful looks, their intense stares putting pressure on the poor man. Although the generous offer tempted him, he felt powerless to act.
