Loreen's POV
The royal physician's private study was along the same hallway as the infirmary, so it was easy enough to find him when he was not tending to a patient. Loreen stopped at the door, lifted his hand, and knocked once.
"Come in," Ardent's voice called from inside.
Loreen pushed the door open and stepped in.
Ardent was seated behind his desk, a thick book spread open before him. His eyes were fixed on the pages, his brow slightly furrowed in focus. He did not look up.
"Is there something I can help you with?" Ardent asked, still reading.
For a brief moment, the sight reminded Loreen of Sairis. The same way he would lose himself in a book, unaware of anything else around him.
Loreen cleared his throat. "Actually, it is about the king," he said.
Ardent's head snapped up at once. Confusion flickered across his face for a second as he stared at Loreen, then recognition followed quickly. He pushed his chair back and stood.
