Velor tapped his finger against the map pinned to the stone wall of his study.He seemed lost in deep thoughts, the sassy smirk on his face long gone. In its place was a shroud of gloom like someone who had lost everything.
That's when the door burst open and one of his wives came running in. Velor did not look up. "The witches are arguing with the healer!" she gasped, nails digging into the doorframe.
Velor didn't even turn around. He spared her a short frown over his shoulder before returning to the map. "Let them argue.They can't live without cursing each other. You should have bothered me if they had started stabbing each other. "
"But this is serious!" she insisted, stepping forward. "It's about the girl."
That earned a slow pause from Velor's hand.Before he could respond, another wife swept into the room, eyes wide and mouth already forming a sentence. "You must hear this out, Velor. She is not with just one child..."
