[Veyrhold House — Levin's Chamber — The Next Day]
Morning light filtered softly through the tall northern windows, pale and cold as it spread across the stone floor of Levin's chamber. Outside, the wind moved through the snow-covered courtyard, carrying the distant sound of the guards changing their watch, steady and familiar.
Inside, the air smelled faintly of herbs and warm resin.
Levin sat on the edge of the bed, his posture straight, one hand resting lightly over his stomach while the other lay relaxed at his side. His expression was calm, but his eyes remained focused on the small table where Physician Naram had arranged his instruments.
Iru stood a few steps away, his hands folded tightly in front of him, unable to hide the worry on his face. Physician Naram knelt before Levin, carefully preparing the small silver needle.
"It will sting for a moment, Malika," he said quietly, his tone respectful but steady. "Please remain still."
Levin nodded once.
