Chapter Fifty Two
In the medical wing of the palace, Lyrian's hands shook with barely controlled rage. His robes and hair were dishevelled from lack of care.
"Explain to me again, why did you abandon my dying sister to tend to a lowly human slave!" His voice was thick with wrath which escaped from his body like thickened smoke. His eyes were borderline soulless as he regarded the physician who had dared to take his sister's life for granted.
The attending head physician cowered against the wall, his robes stained with Lyria's blood from their failed attempts to heal her.
"My lord, I received direct orders from Lord Elrien himself. He demanded immediate care for his… attendant."
"His attendant," Lyrian repeated slowly, his eyes burning with loathing as he recalled the slave that his Lordship had dismissed his whole harem for. And Elrien even appeared to have forgotten their ancient formed bond, Lyrian's mood grew even more sour as he thought of it.
