Echoes Of Violence
it's impolite for a man to walk in without asking the lady of t
he house's permission.
~Sania
Sania
The North
Khaldhum
Lord Sagir Baldar possessed extensive knowledge of herbs, his pale fingers working with precision as he brewed what Sania could only imagine to be a pain relief remedy for Lady Azra. His physician stood by, attentively watching, occasionally assisting by handing him the required ingredients.
The lord was a young man, seemingly too youthful to confront such macabre challenges. During the two days he spent at the manor, his presence was predominantly in the infirmary, accompanied by his physician and healers from the Hara household. While his physical wounds mended under the collective expertise, his soul appeared fractured – that was the only explanation Sania could fathom.