❝ i no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. not because he was perfect, or becau...
The following day came too fast as more bodies piled around the kingdom. Lynette had been up all night researching the symptoms but found they matched multiple illnesses. It did little to narrow the search for a cure. As Lynette went over inventory for the growing epidemic, a knight announced that another body had been found, this time within the castle walls. Lynette felt her heart drop as Merlin and Gaius returned with a beautiful courtier dressed in her finest silk.
Lynette's eyes softened slightly when she saw her lying lifeless on their examination table. Although the blonde was used to illness and what followed should she not succeed, it did not make the situation less painful. Her worry grew for what this could mean for the rest of Camelot as the illness spread like wildfire. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she leaned against the back table, watching as Gaius got to work questioning Merlin.
"What's different about this victim?" Gaius asked.
Merlin immediately pointed out the obvious, "Er... She's a woman."
Gaius raised an eyebrow at his nephew, "Sometimes I wonder whether your magical talents were given to the right person. Anything else?"
Merlin looked over at Lynette, who gestured to her attire as a hint, "Erm... she's a courtier."
"Ah."
"How does that help us?" Merlin asked.
Lynette walked over and brushed some of the courtier's hair aside, just as she'd done for the victim in the lower town. She was young, perhaps a couple of years younger than Lynette, with soft brown and full lips once pulled into a graceful smile. Her once vibrant eyes had grown dull, with prominent blue veins covering her milky white skin that was cool. No further signs of decay appeared to the naked eye, suggesting she hadn't been exposed to the elements as long as the others.
It was a sight Lynette had hoped to avoid before attending breakfast with Morgana and Gwen, but it seemed fate had other plans. She watched her father continue his practice, taking samples and placing them in jars for him to observe later. The blonde moved out of his way and returned to the herb inventory, not wanting to interrupt his process. If this continued, Lynette feared this wouldn't be the last corpse on their table, and she worried about being low on supplies to help people.
