205 Cure Me
"Parchment, a quill, ink ... Viridian herbs, a bowl, wine... and the sword..." Freya requested as her whole body stiffened and she watched the uptight king, almost melt infront of her, a smile forming on his cold face.
"Really? Is that all it takes? And you're sure I will be cured?"
Freya hid her emotions and nodded, "Yes, I have seen it done many times."
"Ah," Darius nodded and walked swiftly around the room, collecting the objects and placing them on the long table infront of Freya.
Freya rolled her shoulders and rubbed her palms together, creating some heat in her hands.
'Lord...' she thought, 'Why is he staring so hard?' she felt like she was sweating already.
Faking a smile for some uninvited nobles was her only experience of acting, then again, she thought, she HAD pretended to be a witch before; back in the desert when she was almost used by those bandits.