When the physician returned with the herbal medicine that had been prepared for Rosalind, she had already drifted into a quiet sleep in Rowan's arms. The woman stepped inside without making a sound and gently placed the warm bowl on the table before lifting her gaze from the Queen to the king.
Seeing the way Rowan held his wife so carefully, as though even the slightest movement might disturb her rest, she hesitated before speaking.
"Your Majesty, she will have to take the medicine while it is still warm," she informed him softly.
Rowan let out a quiet sigh before giving a small nod. "I'll make sure she drinks it."
The physician lingered for a brief moment as though she wanted to say something else, but in the end she merely inclined her head and quietly took her leave, closing the door behind her.
Silence settled over the room once more, leaving only the gentle crackle from the fireplace and Rosalind's soft, even breaths.
