Arcturus knocked on the door of Destiny's room. A lady-in-waiting opened and both made a small bow to each other. The lady open the door and Arcturus walked in towards the bed in which Destiny lay.
"Good evening, Doctor," he said to the physician who had place a warm moist towel on Destiny's forehead.
"Good evening, Master Acturus," said the Doctor.
"Any news doctor?"
"I am afraid there's not much I can do, Master Arcturus. Whatever attacked the Princess knew what it was doing."
"How so, Doctor?"
"Well, for starters, I heard that this entity went straight for her, and not anyone else."
"Yes"
"Well, there is really nothing wrong with the Princess, her fire power is very weak, but that is because she is unconscious. But there's no illness, no wounds."
"What does that mean, Doctor?"
"I think it must be some kind of spell."
"Why would someone want to put a spell on Destiny?"
"That I do not know, Master Arcturus, but I am sure the Good King will be able to give you more news."
"Will the King be at the dinner?"
"I am afraid not, the King is attending urgent matters. Bu I am sure he will see you soon. After all, he was expecting you, you know?. All of you."