Alyssane pressed a hand to her forehead, her vision blurring. What was wrong? She could not understand, she could not even think before her throat clogged up.
She trembled and burst into a fit of coughs. Her legs gave up, she clamped a hand against her mouth. Her head was spinning.
Darkness crept at the edges of her vision. But through the shadows, she saw crimson slipping through her fingers―an amount of blood that made her soul shudder.
"Oh dear," one of the passing maids gasped at the sight. She hurriedly rushed over, her voice heavy with concern, "What happened?"
Alyssane shook her head, unable to speak. Her body felt heavy, and a strange weakness washed over her. She could not bring herself to move, but the maid was persistent. She insisted on helping even though it was too hard to support Alyssane when she was on the verge of collapsing.
"We should get you to your room," the maid said, her voice firm. "And call the physician."
