Rhea’s POV
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The light in the room was gray and dull. I woke up feeling like my body was made of heavy materials. My throat was so dry it felt like I had swallowed sand, and every breath I took hurt my chest, burning it entirely.
I stared at the ceiling for a long time, trying to remember how I got here. The last thing I remember was being at breakfast and then I was clutching my throat, suddenly gasping for breath.
I shook my head at the memory before trying to get up. I clutched my sides to hoist my body when I heard a voice.
"Careful. Don’t try to sit up yet."
The voice came from the corner of the room, so I turned my head slowly. It was Helena.
She was the young servant who had helped me dress and then walked me to breakfast that morning. I stared at her, noticing how she a
