Sairis's POV
Sairis took a deep breath, released it slowly, and leaned back in his chair.
"The king was being poisoned," he muttered.
Loreen sighed and nodded. "Yes," he replied. "And the method is the same as what was used on Lady Candice. Poisoned scented candles, burning in a closed room night after night."
Sairis turned to the king, confused. "But you are improving," he said. "Ardent confirmed it. Your health has been getting better. If it was the same method, the king should be dead by now."
The king nodded slowly. "Thanks to the universe for that," he replied. "It turns out that sleeping in my late wife's room for the past month had more benefit than I understood at the time. I was no longer in my own room, no longer exposed to whatever was in those candles."
Sairis sat very still as the pieces arranged themselves in his mind without him asking them to.
Shit! It made sense now.
