It had been a long day.
Before dawn had even broken, Emilia had been woken from a fitful sleep by yet another bout of indigestion. Tanya had assured her that sour stomach was common in pregnancy, but Emilia still dreaded the flares. Thankfully, Luci had some sachets of anise seed that could be brewed as a tea to treat these episodes.
In the dark hours of morning, Emilia had crept out of her bed and padded to her maid’s room. She was loathe to wake Luci, but was desperate for relief. After one light knock, the door swung open and the bright-faced woman stood there-as if she had been expecting Emilia.
“Sour stomach?” the fay woman asked
“Unfortunately, would you mind terribly-”
“I don’t mind at all, my lady. Follow me, I’ll put the kettle on and we can share a cup together.”
They sa
