OPHELIA'S POV
“My lady, please drink up.” One of the veiled maids encouraged me as I gripped the glass tightly. I glanced at the juice and suddenly felt sick, my stomach shunned and I had a feeling I was going to throw up if I wasn't careful.
Handing the juice back to her, I shook my head. “No, I can't drink this, I need water,” I said, pointing at the jug of water at the table beside the vanity.
“But my lady, this is a freshly squeezed juice, it will help you calm down.” She said, urging me to take the juice.
“Yes my lady, I think it's best if you drink this juice, and besides you know how good it will be for you if you drink it,” Mira said before taking the cup from the maid and passing it back to me.
“I just want you to calm down and stay positive, my lady. Nothing is going to r
