Lunaber

“What a good nickname… good job, Ivy,” King Valtor declared.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” I replied, bowing slightly.

“I will be taking my leave again,” he continued. “By 8 p.m., I would like to hear your medical advice, what exactly is wrong with her. If possible, I would be happiest if she has already begun treatment by then.”

“I hope so too, sir,” I answered honestly.

“I believe in you,” he said firmly before turning and leaving the room once more.

Those words stayed with me.

I dressed her carefully, handling her as though she were made of glass, and escorted her to the medical center. Every step she...