Chapter 70: When Rules Break for Her
Damon's POV
The hall of the healer’s quarters smelled sharply of herbs and damp stone. Every breath I took seemed to carry the weight of sickness and age with it.
My boots echoed against the marble floors as I entered the chamber. My father lay propped against the pillows, pale and frail, his chest rising only in shallow, labored breaths.
A healer hovered at his bedside, murmuring quietly as he ground a paste in a small bowl. The rhythm of his chant barely touched the room’s heavy silence.
I clenched my fists at the sight of my father. The king who had once been an unshakable wall now looked like nothing more than a brittle shell of himself.
“How long?” I asked, my voice low and gravelly, scraping through the oppressive quiet.
The healer hesita
