That day, everybody in the Dragon Pavilion moved around nervously and beyond. Guards and maids with warm bowls and towels ran into each other as physicians as old as ever were summoned immediately to attend to the king's unconscious bride.
''What do you mean you are detecting a faint pulse from her?!''
The physicians trembled slightly at the king's tone before one of them, bold enough to speak, said in a calm voice, ''Forgive us, Your Majesty, and dare I say that the Princess isn't responding to any of our recovery treatments, and we are yet to tell the nature of the illness that befell her, Your Majesty.''
Malachi moved close to them. ''You know how that sounds so nonsensical to me? I didn't ask you to tell me what's wrong with her. I am ordering you all to have her open her eyes this instant and let me be able to hear her heartbeat from the back gates of the main castle. You lose her and you all get a good portion of silver forced down your throats.''
