The next few days flew by with me hiding in my room mostly. To my luck, the rummour that I was indeed very sick worked rather well and, if I was honest with myself, I did look like I was sick.
My face was white with a tint of sickly grey, due to the slight fact that I had my heart ripped out of my chest and I had a hard time eating or sleeping... well doing anything at all if I was honest.
To my luck, Alexa was impressively good at dealing with all the queen's tasks and Godfrey stepped in all the places where she was lacking, making the two of them the dream duo I was sure they would become one day.
They both insisted that I take it easy and come back to work when I was healthy again. I guess the fact that I almost died was a good enough reason to take it easy... and if I'm honest, I
