Meanwhile, in the magnificent palace of the Djinn Royal family.
Lord Vladik, who held most of the power in the city of Ashkar'Vel, was resting in the Cincer Court of Qazir, trying to recover from his current weakness. Beside him, his beautiful wife gently spooned a murky, grey fluid into his lips. "Please, take your medicine, my dear."
Vladik, Zara's older brother, lacked physical strength and the ability to survive in this harsh world as a monarch. But, because of their relatives causing issues in the court, he could only take this place and await his sister's return.
"Verna, must I drink this foul potion?"
'How many years have I tasted the same sour, bitter taste which brought no change?'
No matter how enthusiastic his wife tried to be, adding honey or fruits with the doctor's permission, of course. The foul scent, worse than a latrine, and the side effects ranged from erectile dysfunction, physical weakness, sores and weakness.
