Mirelah;
"No!" King Damarion's voice rang across the hall like thunder as he stood up from his throne.
"How dare you?! First, you make him sick, and now you want to call a witch from your kingdom to finish him off!?" He adds, and I grip my dress tightly at my sides as I stare at him.
"You're lucky I don't have you locked up for what you've done, and now you want to take advantage of it!? Tell me. You and your father planned this, right? This is your plan to become the strongest kingdom in the realm, isn't it? Kill off my son and…"
"11 physicians!" I yell, cutting him off, and he blinks at me.
"In the past week, 11 physicians have come to see Kealith, and still there has been no solution! No diagnosis, no cure!" I continue as I step forward.
