Savira, the head healer, had headed straight for the dungeons the second she was done with the binding ritual for the king.
Checking her life experiments to ensure that none of their lives were in danger, before heading to her office to ensure that everything was in order and record all the effects of the ritual she had recorded.
Having been the one to clean up the room and the residues of the materials she had used to ensure that no one would be able to use it against Zyren—her king, but also someone she considered more like family, since he treated her like one.
But she had just gotten to the door of her chamber in the healer's wing, pushing it open when she froze, sniffing the air with a frown on her face when she realized that someone had sneaked into her office.
It was a smell she didn't recognize, which made the frown on her face deepen even more as she instantly headed for her precious locked jar, relieved to find out that it was still safe and hidden.
