The royal chambers are in full panic as maids and guards walk in and out Aidan's chamber receiving instructions.
Aidan stands beside Griselda's motionless body, his hands and legs shaky while looking at her. Griselda lies on the bed, still as stone, but a wild heat radiates off her body. Another court physician, a small, scared man, stands beside them, twisting his hands.
"My King, she needs help!" the man says, and his eyes are wide.
"This does not appear or come off to me as a normal sickness. It… it looks like something caused by magic. A very old magic." He says, still wringing his hands at Aidan's icy look.
Aidan looks up, and his face is calm and tired with fear lurking behind them. "What do you suggest, human? A potion? A ritual?" He asks.
