The next day.
I woke up from the pain. The wound on my head hurt even more than it had yesterday.
It felt like someone was dragging me down into endless darkness; even moving my fingers took effort.
I forced myself to sit up. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Laural’s expression—she looked like she wanted to say something but didn’t dare.
I set the glass of water in my hand back down. “Laural, don’t hide things from me. You can tell me.”
She bit her lip, leaned in closer, and whispered, “I heard Princess Lily knelt in the chapel all night and fainted.”
So that was it.
I answered calmly, “Then her body’s pretty weak.”
She couldn’t even handle one night?
Back then in the Blood Wash Grounds, I’d knelt there for days and nights without food or water.
I could imagine it—Liam unabl
