She needed to establish herself before that little girl appeared.
In the end all she had was herself. She came all this far by herself. Getting close to Nikolas, reminding Arzhen of his love for her, she had gone this far because of herself.
She shouldn't have lowered her guard yet.
But at the same time, this thing that had infected them, whatever illness this was, she needed to fix this first. She couldn't prophesy if she was… hysterical. She couldn't protect herself if she was mad.
Tap—
Ruby flinched, her whole body jerking against the restraints again.
A man had entered the room before Arzhen could ask her more questions. He wore the plain robes of a temple healer, his dark hair neatly styled back, and his expression calm and professional.
Father Rohan.
Seeing her conscious, he turned immediately to Arzhen.
"Your Highness, please call someone to summon me when something as important as the Saintess regaining consciousness happens," he said.
