Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1427

The following day, Jeremiah went to the Royal Medical Department.

All the court physicians, including the head physician, were present. Jeremiah sat, his gaze heavy as he surveyed them all.

"I have only one question for you," he began. "Do you have any hope of curing His Majesty's illness?"

The physicians fell into a long silence. After what seemed like an eternity, the head physician, Desmond Walker, looked up with tired eyes. The red veins around them were a testament to sleepless nights. He shook his head.

"No, we do not."

"Not even a glimmer of hope?" Jeremiah asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Not even the smallest chance, a method, anything?"

Once again, the room was filled with silence. Jeremiah's eyes dimmed, his expression sinking until it was devoid of light. With a deep sigh, he finally spoke, his voice heavy with resignation.

"Can you extend his life for two more years if we gather the full strength of the Royal Medical Department?"

Desmond bowed his head, his face filled with shame. "Mr. Murray, this illness is fierce once it flares up. Forget two years—even a single year...would be difficult."

This time, it was Jeremiah's turn to fall silent. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice sharp with authority. "Keep your mouths shut about this."

He slowly walked out of the Royal Medical Department, pulling his cloak tighter around himself. The chill in the air was biting, a reminder that the year was drawing to a close. The cold seemed to seep into his very bones, relentless and unyielding.

Victoria might have seemed indifferent to the things around her, but the lights in the Royal Medical Department had been on all night, and none of the royal physicians had left during that time.

She knew something had happened.

She claimed she was feeling dizzy and called for Desmond to attend her. After he arrived and examined her, he said, "It's likely because you didn't sleep well, Your Majesty."

He stood stiffly as he already understood—Victoria had sensed something. Now, he was just waiting for her to ask. He had served in the palace long enough to know that very little could truly be kept from Victoria—unless she chose not to know.

Victoria dismissed everyone from the room, leaving him alone with her. The sunlight was faint, tempered by the sharp, cold wind that made even the rays of light seem frigid.

"Speak," she ordered, sitting straight, her eyes trained on the dark circles beneath Desmond's eyes. "What illness does the king have, that it requires so many physicians to stay up all night discussing?"

Desmond hesitated for a moment before responding. "Your Majesty, His Majesty has only been—"

"No nonsense," Victoria interrupted sharply.