CASSANDRA
As my eyes took in the sight of my beloved friend, my heart sank in my chest. Erika looked terrible beyond words.
“Cassandra,” she managed to utter.
Her skin was ghostly pale, and though her kind eyes were happy to see me, her gaze was distant. Her lips were practically blue and her gray-streaked blonde hair had sprung loose from its usually tidy bun.
I rushed over to her and helped steady her just as she was about to fall.
“Hang on, Erika,” I urged. “Let’s get you back to my room.”
A pair of servants appeared mere seconds later.
“Can we help you, Miss Cassandra?” one asked me politely.
“If you could help me escort her down the hall that would be great,” I replied.
The servant nodded. “Of course.”
“Are you ready?” I asked Erika. After she managed the smallest of nods, I
