The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 100

Lylah’s POV

“Very much so, Professor,” I said calmly. “And since I’m in charge right now, I’ll handle this.”

My voice left no room for argument.

I turned back to the old woman and offered her a gentle smile. “You said all you wanted was to live the rest of your days in peace, didn’t you?”

“Yes!” she said quickly, nodding. “Every time I go to the Lunaris Treatment Center, they tell me the same thing–that I have six months left. Six months, young lady.” The fragile light in her eyes dimmed, smothered by exhaustion. “I’ve forgotten what it feels like to live normally. This past year… It’s been nothing but pain and treatments. I don’t care anymore about when I’ll die. I just want whatever time I have left to be quiet. Gentle.”

The hope in her eyes was brighter than any flame, and it made my chest ache.

“I can help you with that,” I said softly. “I’ll prepare a Silverdream serum for you. It’s a traditional potion. Tell me, does the pain keep you from sleeping?”

She nodded. “Every night.”

“After you drink it, you’ll be able to sleep soundly,” I assured her. “You’ll wake feeling lighter. I’ll also prepare restorative tonics to help you eat and drink without pain. They’ll strengthen your body and help maintain what health remains.”

Her lips trembled.

“To be able to sleep and eat normally again…” she whispered, tears filling her eyes. “That is more than enough. I owe you more than I can ever repay.”

“Don’t say that. I’m happy to help. Make sure to rest well once you return home, you deserve comfort now.”

Professor Clark released a long, heavy breath.

I turned to my desk and wrote down the formula for the potion maker. He snatched the paper from my hand the moment my pen lifted.

The old woman’s smile faltered–but when he thrust the paper toward her, relief finally loosened my chest.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

“I’m her mentor,” Professor Clark said stiffly. “If anything goes wrong, come back here and see me. I’ll take responsibility.”

The patient bowed deeply, murmuring her gratitude. When she looked at me, her smile was warm, her eyes brighter than before. Then she turned and left.

“You are very stubborn.” Professor Clark snapped the moment the door closed. “That woman cannot be saved. I told you we can’t treat her, yet you refused to listen.”

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