Alexina was sitting on Maeve's bed with her back resting against the soft feather pillow while her legs were resting on the bed. She had already changed her dress and put on the comfy clothes provided by Maeve. They seemed a bit loose on her since they weren't hers.
The other queens were sitting on the royal chairs. The royal physician was seated on a stool, near the bed. Putting a thin piece of white cotton lawn on her wrist, the physician checked the omega's pulse. He exhaled sharply before slipping off the piece of cloth.
"How is it?" Maeve intently stared at the scholarly man.
"There are no serious internal injuries," the physician said. "Her throat muscles are strained. Her Majesty should restrain herself from speaking at a higher pitch." Opening his medical box, he took out a s
