The Mad Princess and the Dying Prince novel Chapter 11

"Trying won't do you any harm."

Lucia glanced around and spotted his sapphire medallion.

"That one will do. The gemstone quality is passable."

Physician Finch took the medallion in surprise. It was a gift from his grandson, made of exceptionally fine stone. If she had been raised in the remote countryside, how could she speak of its quality with such calm indifference?

"Your medical skills are quite good. It would be a pity for you to die like this," Lucia added.

Finch laughed in spite of himself, removed the medallion, and handed it to her.

Whatever. The girl was interesting. He would humor her, seeing as she was even younger than his own grandson.

"Sit down."

Lucia took the medallion in her left hand, traced a delicate pattern in the empty air with her right, and pressed a finger against his forehead.

To her eyes, the wisp of dark energy hovering over his brow suddenly came alive. It twisted and thrashed wildly, like a cornered viper.

But pinned beneath her finger, it soon ceased its struggles and wrapped itself around her digit.

Instantly, Finch felt a profound change. The heavy, aching fogginess that had plagued his head for days vanished, replaced by a sudden, refreshing clarity.

The contrast was far too obvious to ignore.

Lucia gently pressed her finger against the medallion and traced another subtle mark. The wisp of dark energy slowly slithered into the stone.

She set the medallion on the table.

"Watch carefully."

Finch's gaze fell upon the sapphire.

Suddenly, a sharp *crack* echoed through the room.

The medallion shattered right before his eyes!

The perfectly intact stone splintered instantly, fracturing into countless pieces like a delicate spiderweb.

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