Madam bowed deeply the moment she stepped into King Elijah's private chamber.
The heavy doors shut behind her with a low sound that echoed softly through the room.
King Elijah sat near the fire with one arm resting against the carved arm of his chair. The exhaustion in his face had deepened over the past few days, carving shadows beneath his eyes that no sleep could erase unless his abilities.
Beside him the healer stood.
The woman's pale robes brushed lightly against the floor as she sorted through several glass vials arranged carefully on the table nearby. The faint scent of herbs and silverroot lingered around her as she prepared whatever she had preparing for King Elijah.
The room was quiet enough that the crackling fire sounded unnaturally loud.
King Elijah lifted his gaze toward Madam slowly. "You asked for urgency," he said calmly.
Madam straightened carefully. "Yes, my king." She agreed.
