The Chief Physician finally spoke. "And if the patient is of noble blood, Your Highness? Would you still cut so deep?"
Daphne's reply was gentle, but firm. "Disease does not bow to rank. Nor will I."
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The skeptical physicians couldn't deny the precision in her answers, or the calm confidence behind them.
Arin finally broke the silence. "You have your proof. Follow her guidance, and you may yet save this empire."
"Yes, Your Majesty," came the chorus.
Katherine smiled proudly.
Alaric's gaze lingered on his wife, his admiration plain, though worry still shadowed his expression.
As the meeting concluded, several physicians approached Daphne, bowing deeply.
One spoke, "Forgive us, Your Highness. We doubted, but we see now why His Majesty trusts you."
She smiled back. "Then let's put that trust to use. There's work to do."
The Emperor turned to leave first, the Empress following gracefully behind him.
Alaric lingered for a moment, his gaze never leaving Daphne.
