DESMOND
"Your Majesty," Eirwen started, her tone cautious. "May I have a word with you?"
Her eyes moved between Jeremy and me before she added. "Privately."
I didn't know what else she could possibly say that would be worse than what she had already told me, but the strange feeling tightening in my chest told me it had something to do with what I had been suspecting.
I didn't say a word. I simply led her a few steps away, towards the far end of the hall. The moment I stopped, I turned to face her.
A few guards passed us after bowing, but I barely noticed them. Despite the torch burning nearby, an intense cold wrapped around me.
"You may speak freely now," I told her.
Eirwen moved closer and stared into my eyes. "We could cure His Highness of the poison, Your Majesty."
My chest loosened slightly. Then she continued. "But I fear something else will awaken in the process."
My body went still again at once.
