Tarah was engrossed in her spell practice when a series of knocks interrupted her concentration.
"Milady, it's me, Cora. Her Majesty, Queen Mineah, is here to see you," Cora announced. Tarah promptly closed her journal and opened the door.
"Your Majesty," she greeted with a respectful bow. "Please, come in." Tarah ushered Mineah inside and instructed Cora to prepare some hot tea. After settling the queen, Tarah took a seat across from her.
"How are you feeling? You still look pale," Mineah inquired with concern.
"I'm much better now, Your Majesty. Just a common cold and flu," Tarah explained. Initially, she had assumed it was just a hangover from the morning, but her condition worsened as she practiced spells. It felt like her inner energy was depleting. Aware of her limitations, she decided to rest and resume practice tomorrow.
