The queen took one look at me and pronounced me too unwell to be let out and so began my two days isolation. Rather than complain about her highhandedness, I felt gratitude. I could avoid Zion safely from here.
My throat itched, Marcella advised I kept mute keep mute so as not to scare people with my scratched voice. The medication put me in a constant state of drowsiness but I was out of the room now. Dress fittings were important. Cake tasting too could not be put off for too long. Did I want the priest wearing his white robes or would I prefer him to dress according to the wedding's colour scheme? The red of the Alpha pack, the deep green of the Princess' pack and a cream to even things out. All these took precedence over laying down and letting my medication take full effect.
Wilhe
