~Ioana~
"Hmm."
With a muffled groan.
And a pressing weight sending me back to the bed, I sank in. Suddenly, it was silent and dark. Even with my eyes closed, I could tell, like an eclipse took place.
"Is Her Majesty alright?"
Maybe the mirror didn't fall, and they managed to catch it.
"Quickly lift it up from Her Majesty!"
Oh, they didn't. Then why don't I feel anything?
"It must be Selenara’s will. Maybe she's supposed to pass away from here and the prince's side will be empty once again."
I peeked from beneath my lashes. Something dropped on my neck, trailing downwards.
It was a person—an unconscious one. That was what I was able to observe: eyes shut, lips pursed, bitten down by her teeth as if caging everything in.
"Lift! Or else you don't value your heads anymore!"
"Lift!"
