Liliette’s head throbbed as if a warhorse had kicked it with iron-shod hooves. As she lay sprawled on the bed, a vivid memory of scolding Rocky for crawling around like a lizard after a hangover surfaced in her mind.
So this is what it feels like… she thought bitterly.
Even her soft bed felt like a rough sea, making her nauseous. She groaned inwardly. Should I just lie on the floor instead?
Beside the bed, Buttercup fidgeted nervously, holding out a glass. “My lady, I brought a drink that cures hangovers instantly. It’s popular among the knights,” she said.
Before Liliette could respond, a deep voice spoke from behind her.
“I’ll handle this myself.”
