Song of Peace

“All the drinking water comes from this?”

I wave at the massive pool of snow-cold water. He nods, as I skim over the line of maids that are crouched around the edge. They ladle bowls of water into buckets, which they hoist over their shoulders and lug towards the kitchen. I see thirsty pups come and go, grabbing a drink before leaving to continue their playtime.

This isn’t going to cut it.

“This might already be contaminated.” I whisper, swallowing. “Will you order for the water supply to be divided? Into five pools, maybe. It needs to be boiled down before it’s safe to drink.”

“I’ll let the servants know before nightfall,” He says. “Anything else, Blaise?”

He had taken me to the water pool at the break of dawn.

Twilight descends by the time I finish telling him everything I know. To keep the sick quarantined, and for Healers to wear thick cloth over their faces and hands when caring for them. Lemon juice or lavender oil, to cleanse hands. I’d honestly expected the Alpha to g