Ariel wiped at her face as she walked back to the kitchen, holding the plate of food in her hand. She was getting tired of it - always wiping her eyes.
Her throat still burned and her chest was not doing much better. It felt like someone had set her lungs on fire and she wheezed, hitting her chest while she walked.
The familiar smell of smoke and roasted lamb attacked her nostrils as she entered the kitchen and she reeled the sneeze that threatened to escape her back in.
The maids snickered as she entered, not bothering to lower their tone whilst they gossiped about her - not that she expected them to.
"Serves her damn well right."
Ariel glued her eyes to her socked feet and kept them there, trying and failing to lock them out. They would always have things to say about her, she'd rea
