On the other hand, I had only rested for a short while before I pushed myself upright.
The room swayed faintly, but I steadied myself with a slow breath, closing myself for a while to stabilize the dizziness I felt, before opening back up.
Not far from my bed was Prince Liam, he was still seated by the window, the pale afternoon light casting sharp shadows across his face.
He hadn’t moved or spoken since the servant had left; he simply watched with dimmed eyes, which I know held many thoughts.
I glanced at him and in that moment, I thought I would say something, a thank you, perhaps or even ask what he thought of the Queen’s summons.
However, the words never formed as they rose to my throat and dissolved there.
‘What could I possibly say?’
‘That I was afraid? I didn’t understand
