Through the night, I didn't shut my eyes even once.
I rolled around in bed till I eventually managed to, and what felt like not long after, I was woken up by a loud banging on my door.
I groaned, rolling off of my bed to the door. How grateful I was to not have the usual hangover like what alcohol gives me for a change, "Good morning, Elisa," I greeted, rubbing my eyes.
"Oh, heavens!" She exclaimed, "Pardon me," she quickly composed herself again, "But your eyes are bloodshot, Your Majesty. Is everything alright?"
"I'm fine, Elisa," I promised, "Come in," I made way for her to pass before closing the door, "Arthur sent you, yes? I'm sure the ladies are on their way, yes?"
"Yes, they are," she paused, taking a large whiff of me from where she stood, "But first, you have to take a shower and have some eye drops. If you knew how important this ball was, you wouldn't have last night."
