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Faelyn inhales deeply and the smell of breakfast wafts into her nostrils, and once again, her stomach feels very queasy.
The scent that should be appetizing twists something unpleasant in her gut. She presses a hand to her mouth, willing the nausea away.
Sighing, she climbs off the bed; she thinks it's her fortune that the dragon is nowhere in the chamber. Faelyn shudders as she disposes of the unpleasant-smelling food.
If Amendiel finds out that she has been skipping meals, there's no doubt that he will be enraged, but these days, Faelyn has no appetite; perhaps this is also an aftermath symptom of the heat she recently underwent.
Her attention shifts to the door, the loud voices in the vast stone castle gnaw at Faelyn's curiosity, but the first step she takes outside the chamber fills her with instant regret.
Her feet sway as dizziness attacks her whole body. The world tilts, forcing her to grip the doorframe for support.
Ugh… Not again!
