Kaelvryn barged into the room with anger laced in his eyes, the doors slamming open with such force that the impact echoed against the stone walls, rattling the fragile calm the healers had been desperately trying to maintain.
"Move!" He barked.
Valen turned sharply, her gaze locking onto him, surprise flickering across her face for a second before it was buried beneath her usual composure, though something in her chest tightened at the sight of him.
"My king—"
"I said move."
Before she could say another word, Kaelvryn was already at Lucas's side, his movements swift despite the clear strain still lingering in his body, his hand reaching into the folds of his coat.
"What are you—" one of the healers began, their voice uncertain, but Kaelvryn didn't even spare them a glance.
"Silence or leave..." he said, his tone cold, unwavering.
