As dawn broke, Margaret shook off the nightmare, feeling tears streaming down her face.
She curled up, hugging her naked self, every bone trembling with sorrow. Poisonous flames burned in her chest, as cold and immense emotions surged up her throat, only to be crushed by her teeth. The burning sensation in her stomach forced her to crawl to the edge of the bed, arching her back as she vomited intermittently, but only thick saliva came out.
Margaret gasped for breath, taking a moment to calm down. Until her face returned to a calm expression.
She wiped away the wet stains from her lips, bathed, changed clothes, and carefully applied makeup. Then, she instructed the maid to make a small cake and set off for the palace, not waiting for an appointment, but walking straight into the council chamber.
