The Magistrix laughed and produced the most elaborate scroll Vajra had ever seen. “The order comes directly from the High King himself. We’re to keep her here until she is back to normal levels of magic.”

“Well, good then.” Vajra relaxed into the bed. “Where am I anyway? You said something about a temple?”

“You are in the temple of healing, in the middle of the city.” The Magistrix stood up and gestured to the bottle. “If she wakes up too soon or ...