When I woke again, the sun had long since set, my neck ache from sleeping from a pillow too high, my throat and even jaws hurt from dehydration, my back sunk into the mattress full of sweat.
My curtains glowed with the faintest orange, the glow of a day that was already dead and gone. My head felt heavy, my body heavier, like I had slept for weeks, maybe I had.
I wasn't awoken by myself, someone had been shaking me, I heard my name being called multiple times, and the first thing I saw when I blinked away the blur was Eirlys.
She was sitting on the edge of my bed, calm and composed as she ever was, but with a shadow of worry etched into her face.
"Cory?" she said softly, though the firmness in her tone made me jolt upright more than the actual words.
Before I could even ask why she was here, the door opened again.
And… That woman walked in, wearing a maid dress.
Anshur von Rodolfo met eyes with me as she tread, carrying a tray, and she set it down on my nightstand.
