"Plenk!" A porcelain cup shattered on the ground, spilling the light red herbal brew that had been steaming inside of it.
"Your Sovereign Highness…" Eva stepped forward and wiped her mistress's hands with a soft handkerchief. "Would you like to rest?"
"I'm fine." Verinia grabbed the handkerchief in her trembling hands and wiped her fingers herself. The tea had been scalding, but she was so frozen that she didn't feel it at all.
She had been off all day. The suns had risen in the middle of a thunderstorm and the clouds were so thick that it looked like it was late evening instead of midday.
Verinia had a debilitating weakness to storms, and she had not left her room in the entire day. Su'ni Anthipeia had sent some tonics for her to drink, but she had not taken them.
The reason for this was quite simple, actually. She planned to sneak out of the palace later. In order to create a foolproof alibi, she needed to be very very sick.
