Althea sat quietly on the bed while the royal physician examined her, though her eyes kept drifting toward Gavriel.

He had been pacing back and forth across the chamber ever since she complained about feeling unwell. Every few steps he would stop and glance at her, his brows tightly drawn with worry.

She sighed softly.

“Relax,” she told him with a reassuring smile.

Gavriel stopped pacing but only long enough to glare at the physician beside her.

“How could I relax when she looks this ...