"I feel sick-" I muttered, getting up from the bed that would comfort me in my long slumber, my hand rubbing the thin layer of fabric and cotton, the stench of iron and unwashed backs filled the room the moment I rose.
I was in some kind of refuge, stuck within the halls of the castle, I was confused, a ringing pain striking my head as I tried to get my thoughts straight.
"What happened to me–" I muttered, gripping at my scalp in annoyance before my eyes shot open.
"Ayla!" I shouted, my eyes widened in panic and my heart ached with worry.
"Ayla!?" The people in the room started to look at me, fear in their gazes mixed with worry. "Where is she?!"
"Can you keep it down?" I heard a familiar voice, snapping me out of my panic, my gaze turned to see Fran standing there with his arms crossed, his signature grin plastered on his face.
"She's fine, but-" He muttered, eyeing me up and down before continuing. "What about you, are you ok?"
