Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 41: Disturbed thoughts

After checking up on Amelia, the physician stood and looked at Miss Quinn, his gaze urging her to follow him outside.

"Is everything alright?" The lady looked at the royal physician with concern.

The physician looked at the girl lying inside the room and sighed. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"I don’t know how to say this. You know that I don’t practice only allopathy. I am well-versed with Ayurveda and neuroscience. She is a healer herself, but something is wrong with her," The physician said.

Miss Quinn looked at the girl, following his gaze, her brows knitting in confusion.

The princess might have a fever, but she didn’t look like there was anything else wrong with her.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

The physical sighed.

There were many things to explain, but he didn’t know how to tell her that because only he knew what he felt. Maybe if they allowed, he could talk to Amelia since she was a healer, but for a normal person...

"Her energies are disturbed. The centre of her aura is violent and unsettled," The physician said.

Miss Quinn didn’t understand what it meant. She wasn’t literate or well-versed in those terms. She was about to ask the Physician if she should call the King, but the man stopped her and asked her to keep this information to herself.

The princess would wake up fine in the morning. He needed to do more research before presenting his theory to the King.

Miss Quinn understood the severity of the matter by his strained expression and nodded.

"In that case, I won’t mention it to the king for now," She said.

Once the physician left, she fed Amelia the broth that the doctor asked her to prepare and forced fed her slowly, even in her unconscious state.

Amelia was barely conscious because of the fever and weakness, but ate the portion without much effort before lying on the bed again.

As the broth started to work its way to heal her, Amelia fell into a deep slumber.

Later that night, Cyrus walked to the room, watching the girl sleep like she was in a peaceful place. His hand on the door knob paused.

He kept watching her, unsure of why he was doing so. Even though she was taller than average girls, today her body looked tiny, hidden beneath the sheets.

It was hard to imagine she was the same girl who was sprawled on the bed on the first night, rendering him unable to sleep properly.

She looked timid, her sleeping face a deep contrast to her resilient expression when kneeling before the palace.

Her hair was still slightly damp from earlier. She had been kneeling in the rain for more than five hours, and the cold had probably reached her bones.

Her body shivered as if she felt his presence,, and Cyrus pressed his lips into a thin line.

He was about to turn and leave, not wanting to disturb her, especially knowing he was the reason she was in this condition, when she moved and threw the duvet off her body.

Cyrus sighed. He walked to her to cover her again, but his gaze fell on the red patches on her knees that were bruised, her skin scraped raw, and something akin to guilt struck his chest.

No. What was he doing? How could he feel any guilt for a healer? It must be his wolf’s doing. He nodded to himself before taking a deep breath.

Sylas would’ve wanted him to treat her since she is his wife. Cyrus looked around and walked to the cabinet to take out the medicine box.

He pulled out the small jar of the royal healing balm and kneeled beside her.

He took the thick jelly in his fingers and applied it gently to her knees, ensuring he didn’t wake her up.

At this moment, Cyrus didn’t even know what bothered him more. The fact that Patrick mocked him or the fact that Amelia allowed Killian to touch her and have his way with her.

Was it a moment of doubt that she would run away, making him the joke of the town, or was it the jealousy?

Wait. What was he thinking? There was nothing related to jealousy between them.

Cyrus pressed his lips into a thin line before he finished applying the balm.

Many questions were swirling in his head, most of them revolving around her unfailing grace even after being punished. The look, that determination, on her face was lethal and enough to melt the rocks.

It was confusing what she was doing.

On one side, she loved Killian to the moon and back and announced it to the world. How come she changed her attitude the moment she got married to him? Was love dissolved so easily?

Or was it all a lie?

And if it was a lie, was it the part where she loved Killian, or the part where she vouched her loyalty to him?

He remembered her whispering, ’If this is what it’s going to take you to trust me, I am willing to do it,’ before he turned and left.

He had pretended not to hear, but he heard them crystal clear.

These words didn’t sound like a manipulation that these healers were good at. These words sounded more like a promise, a silent oath she was taking, a vow she made to him.

For the first time in a long time, Cyrus, who never repented his actions and decisions, wondered if his punishment was justified. For the first time, he didn’t know why, but he felt like he wasn’t in control anymore.

Cyrus looked at the girl who stirred a bit and didn’t wake up before sighing and standing.

"I made you kneel in the rain in front of the palace, and you made me kneel before you. What kind of magical manipulator are you, Everleigh?" He asked, using her surname, which people barely knew.

With a sigh, he left the room, walking back to his office to catch some sleep.

For one night, he was ready to give up his bed completely. He shook his head.