Freyr watched with terror as Macha's eyes closed as they entered the palace gates. He shook her delicate shoulder, "Please, wake up. Macha. Macha!" No matter how much he called her name, she did not stir.
As his carriage sped through the gates, the palace staff could tell something was wrong. The King never flew onto the property like that. As the carriage came to a halt, his medics were already making their way down the stairs. The King's advisors scampered behind them.
Freyr gathered Macha in his arms and ran towards his Cardinal Mage, Gwydion. Only a few minutes had passed since she received the wound, so he felt certain that someone laced the arrow with poison. "I need you to put her in a stasis. I think she was poisoned," he ordered desperately.
"What happened?" Gwydion demanded, his long orange hair blew in the wind. Earlier he and the other advisors pleaded with the King to celebrate at the palace instead of going out to the restaurant. He was angry that Freyr refused, claiming that he wanted to experience the atmosphere with Macha at the establishment.
"Gwydion, I shall explain later. Do it, now!" his voice sounded raw with emotion. Every second that passed was precious time being wasted. If they did not hurry, he was unsure if they could save her. They needed to find out what poison affected her.
The mage looked for something to act as a focus for the spell. He saw the blue violet boutonniere fastened to Freyr's jacket. He took it and placed it between his hands, closing his green eyes, he recited the spell.
When he was done, he pinned it onto the collar of Macha's dress. "Quickly, take her to her room. When you lay her down, the word to activate it is
Freyr watched with terror as Macha's eyes closed as they entered the palace gates. He shook her delicate shoulder, "Please, wake up. Macha. Macha!" No matter how much he called her name, she did not stir.
As his carriage sped through the gates, the palace staff could tell something was wrong. The King never flew onto the property like that. As the carriage came to a halt, his medics were already making their way down the stairs. The King's advisors scampered behind them.
Freyr gathered Macha in his arms and ran towards his Cardinal Mage, Gwydion. Only a few minutes had passed since she received the wound, so he felt certain that someone laced the arrow with poison. "I need you to put her in a stasis. I think she was poisoned," he ordered desperately.
"What happened?" Gwydion demanded, his long orange hair blew in the wind. Earlier he and the other advisors pleaded with the King to celebrate at the palace instead of going out to the restaurant. He was angry that Freyr refused, claiming that he wanted to experience the atmosphere with Macha at the establishment.
"Gwydion, I shall explain later. Do it, now!" his voice sounded raw with emotion. Every second that passed was precious time being wasted. If they did not hurry, he was unsure if they could save her. They needed to find out what poison affected her.
The mage looked for something to act as a focus for the spell. He saw the blue violet boutonniere fastened to Freyr's jacket. He took it and placed it between his hands, closing his green eyes, he recited the spell.
When he was done, he pinned it onto the collar of Macha's dress. "Quickly, take her to her room. When you lay her down, the word to activate it is
