Thalia
“Elara,” I called out, still lying flat on the bed, one arm draped across my stomach as a dull ache lingered. “Do you… have anything for cramps?”
She turned toward me at once, her expression softening. “Yes, my Lady. I'll get something for you.”
I let my eyes fall shut for a moment, some of the tension leaving my body.
She returned a moment later carrying a small tray. A glass of water and a small bottle of tablets rested on it.
Setting the tray on the bedside table, she shook two tablets into her palm and held them out.
I took them, slipped them into my mouth, and accepted the glass of water. After swallowing the medicine, I handed the glass back.
Elara took it with a small nod. “Try to get some rest, my Lady,” she said quietly. “You should be feeling better soon.”
“Please.
