The royal physician, Galena by name, examined the festering bruise just below the king’s ribcage. The king lay in a sleeping stupor. A state he had been in for three days, and yet it was only now, and only by order of the queen that the royal physician was allowed to examine her king.
Galena peered down at the bruise, around the margins of which there appeared an oozing of bright purple fluid.
“I had thought him a fool, but a harmless one,” the queen said.
Galena did not look up as she answered. “Is there such a thing?”