Elara
My maidens didn’t take long to appear once they learned of my arrival, eager to obtain any information I might want to give them. Instead, they found a version of me that was frightened and with trembling fingers.
I didn’t tell them anything substantial, and when they saw the wound on my wrist, they didn’t want to know anything either. They tended to me as best as they could, tucked me into bed, and left me to rest.
I’ve slept through the rest of the night and most of the day and only woke up because, just as the last ray of sunlight disappeared, a man with graying hair and angular features burst into my room. He is currently injecting something into my arm, I believe I heard him say it was a vitamin serum. Tania, whom I can’t bring myself to look in the face, is right by his side
