The two weeks of forced bed rest felt like a hundred years to Lexianna.
The days were incredibly long and very, very boring. The sun never shined, and the sky outside her window stayed that same endless, dark violet color.
Sybil, the harpy maid, was always there, fluttering around like a busy little bird. Sybil brought her endless bowls of green soup, brushed her silver hair, and talked to "The Little Master" growing inside her tummy all day long.
Arkin and Koa were still incredibly busy. They were outside, working hard to build the giant, invisible magic walls around the palace. Lexianna missed them a lot. She missed Arkin's loud, funny bragging, and she missed Koa's smooth, quiet jokes.
But while the days were loud with Sybil's squawking and very boring, the nights were completely different. The nights were a mystery.
