Chapter 93: A bet
-Blanche- “How are you feeling, Your Majesty?” Wilhemina asked, maintaining a respectful distance, after I allowed her to come in. “Better,” I lied, resting in bed and barely lifting my head. “The nap was helpful.” No. It was Andre’s pillows that brought me comfort. My Lycan’s scent was a soothing balm, but it made me miss him. I shook off the feeling. He is busy! If I told Wilhemina that I still felt sick and exhausted despite the nap, she would inform Andre, and he had too much on his plate already. I don’t want to be a needy, weak woman just because I feel ill. "I took a liberty… I brought you some chicken soup, ginger ale, and crackers,” Wilhemina allowed a maid to enter with the food I hadn’t requested. The aroma of the soup made me nauseous. I couldn’t even sit up in bed; I f
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