Celia was frozen to her spot as the physicians continued to work on Tobin. Any moment now, they'd be turning their accusing eyes to her.
She watched as they rubbed herbs and oils on Tobin's face and stiff arm. They drained another saucer of blood. They even tried to force a tonic down his throat. She winced when one man struggled to prise his uncooperative jaw open while a second man tipped the glass vial.
Still, no one so much as glanced at the young queen.
It was only when Tobin started making gagging sounds and spat out the tonic, that the physicians stepped back from the bed and looked at each other uncertainly.
Celia could no longer bite back her words. If she was going to be accused, she'd rather they just came out with it instead of leaving her floundering in the unknown.
"Do you know what's wrong?" she cried out.