George's POV

The healer's eyes were wide with fear as I held him by his shirt. His face had turned pale, not a good look for someone in his job.

“What is this?” I growled, my voice low and threatening as I grabbed the syringe from his shaking hand. The needle shimmered ominously in the dim light. I pulled him closer by his tunic, our faces nearly touching. “What were you about to inject her with?”

He stuttered, his eyes jumping from the needle to my face. “I... I... it's just something to... to help her feel better before the surgery, Your Majesty. Just to ease her pain.” His voice...