I'm lying in bed, groggy and feeling the weight of the world pressing down on me. Noelle is at my side, massaging my left leg with some kind of herbal concoction that burns like hellfire but oddly soothes the pain. His hands work expertly, as always, but my mind is elsewhere. I glance down at the newspaper and blink at the date. Apparently, I've been out cold for more than a day.
The headline is some nonsense about a terrorist attack at the royal palace. I groan and push it aside, uninterested. Leona had left a more... revealing stack of papers next to me. I unfold them and start to read. By the third line, my eyes are practically bulging out of my skull.
Apparently, while I was blissfully unconscious, the royal family was having a bit of a... scandalous night.
