Mystics and Seers

*Ryatt*

I watch my mate run her fingers through her maid’s tight blonde curls. Hannah is asleep, her cheek resting on her pillow as Ella kneels at her bedside.

“She’s doing better with treatment,” says a cloaked healer, a man, who stands beside me. “Queen Ravenna has her on a tonic of wormroot, silver bane, arrowroot, and moonspring oil every two hours to keep her strength, but she struggles to leave the bed.”

“She needs to be allowed to go outside and breathe fresh air,” I reply quietly.

“Her strength continues to diminish, Your Highness.” The healer turns to me, and we turn away from Ella and Hannah and walk toward the door. “I’ve conferred with the other healers, and the mystics, and we’ve all come to the conclusion that she should remain here for treatment until her mate, if possible, is able to come here.”

“What could he possibly do to help? Did crossing the veil not tear her to shreds like I was made to believe?”

The healer tilts his head, his face shadowed by his hood. “This i