"S-She's been like this since she came back. I'm w-worried."
"She hasn't said anything either. Did you think something happened?"
"I-I don't think so."
Talia sighed. "Then it was a disaster again."
"W-What makes you say that?"
"Every encounter with the monarch has led to one thing or the other. Sometimes I wonder who is the pillar of that disaster."
"I can hear you," I mumbled from under the blankets.
"Ah…so you aren't dead? I was beginning to think you were."
"Go away, I do not wish to be disturbed."
"Y-You haven't had anything to eat, Your Grace. Y-You really should."
"I'm not hungry. Go away," I grumbled in reply.
"Osha, would you mind bringing her favorite pastries?"
"Of c-course."
I heard retreating footsteps, followed by the loud slam of the doors. It wasn't up a second when Talia rudely peeled away my blanket and found me lying impossibly straight with eyes to the ceiling.
"Oh my poor heart!" She exclaimed, holding her chest.
