"This usually occurs to mages, usually from mana drain or overused of Magic, your highness." The physician bowed
"..A Duke's daughter knowing magic?" Alistair asks, his eyes narrowing
"She may be a Duke's daughter, but every individual has magic in them, highborn or not. Although the individuals has a higher chance of not managing to use it due to lack of practice or study."
"You're saying Duke Millaber's daughter is taught of Magic? She doesn't even go to Magic Academy." Alistair says again, sighing in frustration
"This girl never spent a day without embarassing our marriage. A highborn magician and a half baked wife indeed." He added, turning his gaze away
"The wheel is still turning, your highness " The physician teases
"The wheel of Royalty, War, Magic." Alistair rolls his eyes, turning his body to exit
"Tell the Duke what happened today," he says, closing the door
Alistair walk through the hallway of the palace, his footsteps echoed through the hallway, giving a sense of authority
He walked till he arrived at a large white with gold and red pattern double door, he opened it at the same time, entering
"You're ought to ask permission."
The Emperor's tone echoed through the throne room, nobles turns their heads as the second son of the Emperor, the commander of the Imperial knights, a high level magician and the protector of the palace, Alistair Stoneheart enters the room.
He kneels his one knee on the floor, bowing
"Your majesty."
"Alistair, I have heard what happened to your Betrothed, As your Father and the Emperor of Marfester Empire, I apologize for the lack of security the country has, which lead to the situation that occurs."
Alistair eyes narrows, looking at the floor before looking up, his father on the throne, a gold throne with red cushions
"I, Alistair Stoneheart, appreciate your kindness to reach out and express your feelings, I'm grateful for the Emperor's kind heart and careness for my betrothed, Long may you reign."
'long may you reign.' The crowd repeats as they bowed to the Emperor
"Is there a wish you and your betrothed desires? A token of appreciation for your forgiveness, I owe you both more than words." The Emperor says, raising one of his eyebrows in curiousness
"..."
"I should ask my betrothed before I can answer you, your majesty. My king."
"Very well."