The Mad Princess and the Dying Prince novel Chapter 88

After arriving in the Royal Capital, Lady Forrester had rushed to several more renowned healers, yet they were all equally helpless. Now, their final, desperate hope lay with Physician Finch.

"The physician has arrived!"

A maid ran into the hall, her face bright with relief.

Lord Forrester immediately stood, rushing out to greet the healer himself.

Finch walked in with his young apprentice in tow. Upon seeing the lord of the manor, he paused. "Lord Forrester?"

"You remember me?"

Roderick was surprised. He had been away from the capital for ten years. A decade ago, Finch had just been retiring from his position as the royal physician. They had barely crossed paths back then.

"The old king once praised you," Finch replied. "He said you were incorruptible and possessed a divine intuition for justice. That left a deep impression on me."

Roderick bowed his head respectfully in the direction of the royal palace.

"I am unworthy of his late Majesty's praise."

He had thought returning to the capital would give him a chance to see the old king again, never expecting that he would have already passed away.

"Come. Let us examine your daughter," Finch said.

Roderick noted the physician's surprisingly agreeable demeanor. He was even taking the initiative, despite the rumors that the old man was notoriously cantankerous.

Was it truly as his wife suspected—all because of that mysterious girl they had shared their carriage with?

Roderick and Lady Forrester had only one child.

Lady Eleonora was fourteen years of age.

She should have been a vibrant, lively young maid, but now she lay motionless in bed, her skin pale as parchment. Dark, angry veins showed through her eyelids. Her hands, resting outside the woolen blankets, were entirely stripped of flesh—nothing but dry skin stretched tight over fragile bone. Yet, her cheeks still held the soft, youthful roundness of a child.

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