Ariana’s POV
Later that night, Lorna came in, handing me a glass of warm milk that I had requested.
For some reason I still couldn’t sleep and it was both frustrating and wearing me out. She stood with the tray, her familiar smile plastered on her face. I took the milk from her hands drowning it within seconds, wiping my lips.
I almost dropped the glass on the floor as I tried putting it back on the tray. Instantly I was hit with a massive wave of tiredness.
Lorna grabbed it just in time and I instantly commended her sharp senses and excused my reckless behavior.
“It’s alright, your highness, that was expected.”
“What?” I murmured weakly, wondering what her statement deciphered.
Before I completely passed out, I felt her hand slowly stroke her hair and her last statement before I succumbed to something I couldn’t control.
“May the heavens I abandoned for desolation forgive me and may they who created your starring light console you.”
