Everything moved so fast, or maybe it was just in my line of vision as blurriness consumed them. Sounds and voices were soft, distant echoes. The pounding in my ears intensified, too, and I couldn't focus as they all collided all at once.
I saw white multiple times and was hauled back to the image of the moving high-painted ceilings.
The moment I felt the soft sheets beneath my bottom, I lounged forward, cheeks puffed and a foul taste in my mouth. There was already a vase positioned, and I grasped the sides and puked heavily.
I felt my mask come off, and my hair was pushed backward.
"Breathe, my love. Breathe." Drevon's hand stroked my back.
After what seemed like forever, I was finally relieved, but the echoes didn't stop. I felt Drevon's hand beneath my chin, and a warm cloth wiped my lips. I opened my eyes a little, the images too blurry, and I shut them back.
"My liege, I came as fast as I could."
That was Celia's voice.
"There's something wrong."
