Chapter 79

The Distinguished Rowan Nightshade.

Elara Winterfell.

"It's like a parasite is eating away at his blood." The doctor's grim face did not match the tension in my chest which tightened with every statement he made. "He has lost two pints of blood in the last week, and we need to do something about it. Um.." He cleared his throat, looking at me as if he wasn't sure of what to say next. "Can I be frank with you, Madam?"

I knew I didn't want to hear what he had to say, but I nodded for him to continue. I did not trust myself to speak. If I did,...