The sun had been down for a while now, but the royal guest wing still felt less like a palace and more like a very expensive, very tense waiting room.
Cherion leaned his back against the cold stone wall just outside Iryna's chamber doors, letting out a long breath. While the head physician and his chaotic flurry of assistants filtered back into Iryna's bedroom for another round of vitals checks, the atmosphere in the royal guest wing only grew more suffocating. Restless, Flio had flatly excused himself from the room, determined to wander the outer corridors for any actual scrap of news regarding the body they had found in the forest.
