During dinner, Iris kept scratching her palm. Somehow, she felt so itchy and the food tasted like sand in her mouth. She felt unwell the last time she met with Prince Kellan as well, and every time she met with him, the feeling only intensified.
There was something she must remember, but no matter how harder she tried, she couldn't help but feel this fear creep into her being. This feeling was almost the same as when she entered a dark room, which was the place she was so afraid of.
Iris couldn't eat comfortably, as she kept scratching her palm and now the itchiness spread to her arms.
Meanwhile, Cane and Prince Kellan were in the middle of an important discussion, which Iris didn't have any desire to know.
All of a sudden, Cane's hand stopped her from scratching herself and Iris lifted her head to see both of them were staring at her. "Did you touch something dirty?"
