Another week has passed and the king and the queen have shown no results at all. The queen's legs were still light and her belly still not grumbling at the sight of either something sour or sweet. Thus, with the royal healer present along with Markus as the knight, the two were sat down in their thrones and questioned about what was happening.
"Another week passes, who knows how many are left?" Said the old hunched-over healer. Her eyes were half closed for her gaze had grown hazy in her old age. Looking up at the king through the long strands of hair covering the front of her face, she heaved a sigh and shifted her attention to the queen instead. "Have you been taking the medicine that I provided young lady?"
Nervously looking towards Milo before glancing right back at the old healer, Viola nodded her head to give affirmation to the question. The old woman's eyes then shifted to the king once more. Staring at him, she pondered.
