Elara curled herself up into a ball on the floor.
Her body shook with a paralyzing anxiety.
"Coming here was the worst discussion ever," she sobbed into her arms.
Why would she ever desire to be anywhere else other than with her children?
The shock of hearing that Philip Weston was alive, sent her back in time. Right back to the first day he had come and assaulted her.
The fear she felt for Cassian, coursed through her veins like it did that same day. A feeling of absolute helplessness and despair.
Though it hurt that Gabel so recklessly threw himself at the opportunity to cross paths with that vile man, a part of her also wanted it to be him that made Philip suffer.
"Please lord, just let me and my husband go home to our children."
She repeated this prayer for some time, disconnecting with reality.
Suddenly the door against her back thumped.
"My lady? It is me Ulyseon Rovar! Sir Gabel is at the Palace Infirmary!"
Elara snapped from her daze and sprung to her feet.
Quickly she swung open the large wood door.
"Infirmary? Take me to him now!"
"This way My lady!"
Ulyseon grabbed her hand and led the way.
When approaching the infirmary entrance, Elara gasped.
Several spots of blood stained across the stone floor.
She pushed past Ulyseon and rushed in to see two palace mages tending to her hardly recognizable husband.
One was propping his head up, while the other was attempting to strip him of his tunic.
Elara darted over and pushed one of the mages out of her way.
Her eyes widened.
Gabel's face, neck and chest was completely covered in blood.
Frantically she searched his head for the location of the injury.
Sure enough, on the left side under his blood soaked hair, there was a large gash.
"Did you clean this already? We need to clean and treat it Immediately! He is losing too much blood, we must make haste!"
The palace mages just stared at her for a moment. Elara thought perhaps they assumed by her attire that she was just a simple minded noblewoman.
"Don't just stand there! Get me something to clean his wound!"
She watched them hurry about gathering supplies.
One of the mages passed her a smalll dish of hot water and a cloth.
Elara dipped the cloth in the water then gently
started to clean his injury.
Though Gabel was unconscious, each time the towel pressed against his head one of his eyebrows twitched.
"You foolish man."
She leaned down planting a kiss his bloodied lips.
"It's alright. I am here now."
She caressed his cheek, then kissed him once more.
"One of you will need to heal this wound for me. It is too deep for my magic."
One of the mages quickly approached Gabel's head and looked at his wound for a moment.
Then placing a hand over his wound the mage began to preform an advanced healing spell.
