The wave of heat spread, somehow caressing both her skin and her mind, and Kalina shook her face. The sensation would have been nice if she didn't feel like she was going to lose control of her body at any moment. Something was wrong. Valian... She needed his closeness, the security that his mere presence always gave her. Calm... Kal thought, trying to clear her mind. It would be best to retreat to her chambers. There was something suspicious about all of this. Especially if the Randers were behind it.
"I think I don't feel well…" Whatever Kalina might have been thinking, it took a backseat when she heard Zintia's words. "Is it getting hotter? Or maybe it's my dress...?"
Kalina knew it had nothing to do with Zintia's dress.
"Zintia," She began as she hurriedly returned the glass. Just then her ears caught a few words:
"She is brutal." It was Myra who was accompanied by a group of noble ladies.
