"Sage, catch me," I brusquely command the second the girl walks through the door. Without any further warning, I tilt backwards, my white shift floating forward as I fall back in an elegant faint.
She is quick. Too quick, honestly. With the haste that an ordinary maid shouldn't possess, she makes it across my dressing room in record time, catching my body just before it hits the ground.
"Your highness! Oh dear! Are you alright? Just breathe!" Her hand fans over my face, which does feel refreshing.
But I pop open my eyes and smile at Sage.
"Don't fret. I was pretending," I tell her. I sit up from the ground, with her hovering around me like I'm a baby bird taking its first steps.
"Pretending?"
