Zavren walked through the hallway, his expression calm, yet his eyes for the first time—were not. His stare was long yet composed as he finally reached the royal hospital. Just as he arrived, he opened the door, only to see Ariana lying there, her eyes closed.
A drip-like tube was connected to her hand, and the physician was carefully inserting some needles into her, handling them with precise care to inject her properly. She slowly removed one and dropped it calmly atop the stainless tray.
Once she was done, she turned and bowed gently to Zavren.
"Your Highness, your wife's mood swings have doubled. Considering she's a human carrying a werewolf child, what a werewolf could normally handle, she cannot. Her fainting was caused by stress. And not to mention—after drinking the herbal tea, her body seemed to reject it. That's not supposed to happen, which means she must have been in intense pain somewhere.
