Celeste's eyeballs moved inwardly. Her eyelashes fluttered open, divulging her violet eyes which appeared groggy. Celeste turned her head on the bed. She felt uncomfortable and wanted to sit up.
She also needed to moisten her throat which had become unbearably sore for her. Celeste couldn't believe that a thousand illnesses could befall her, all at once just because she slumped down unconscious.
Before she could voice out, to grab the attention of a servant to get her a glass of water, she caught a glimpse of Alistair making his way toward her bedside with water in a glass cup.
His face softened as he peered down at her. Alistair outstretched his arms at first so that she could have the water but then things couldn't work properly that way. She could end up spilling it over her body.
He hurriedly dropped the water by the table and approached her.
Without warning, he grabbed Celeste's shoulder. Her eyes turned wide. "What is it you're doing?"
