Chapter 57 Long Live The King

• Kieran
• I run my thumb nervously over the back of Raven’s hand as Fleming, the royal healer, looks her over in his study. The wizened old man mumbles to himself as he works but never anything I can understand. My heart pounds. I will not have gone through all of this to lose my wife at the end. I will fight the Goddess herself, if that is what it takes.
• She squeezes my hand, just as strong as usual. She doesn’t seem much weakened, other than the sudden burst of vomiting.