Javier's POV
"My lord, the royal physician seeks your audience," my head advisor announced, and I opened my eyes, casting a glance at the throne room doors.
"And did he not say why?" I inquired, my grip tightening on the arm of the chair. A chill spread throughout my body, and as I looked down, I saw ice slowly creeping along the armrest, a physical manifestation of my mounting ire.
I released my hand, and the ice began to melt as my grip relaxed.
"He did not, Your Majesty."
"Then admit him," I commanded calmly, closing my eyes once more. How I loathed being disturbed in my moments of rest, only to be awakened by affairs from which I could not escape.
Soon enough, the heavy doors creaked open, followed by the sound of footsteps drawing nearer. They halted, and I opened my eyes, meeting the physician's bowed head.
"What is it you seek?"
