Chapter 118: Stolen Betrothed
Callis’s eyelids fluttered open, the world spinning around her.
Dizziness engulfed her head, and her body felt like a carriage had trampled it. Waves of nausea washed over her, threatening to overcome her composure. She fought the urge to vomit, willing herself to sit up despite the persistent ache coursing through her.
But her body betrayed her, and before she could react, the contents of her stomach surged upward, spilling out from her throat. The vile substance poured out, threatening to soil her attire. Acting swiftly, Kiev, at her side, stretched out a metal basin to catch the vomit, sparing her from further discomfort.
Meanwhile, Jessy sat behind the princess, her face etched with concern, as her hand gently rubbed Callis’s back soothingly. Her aching expression mirrored the worry she felt for the princess.
"Let it all out, Callis. Empty your stomach. You’ll feel better," Kiev advised, his voice laced with genuine concern.
"Oh, my poor princess," Jessy murmured, her eyes brimming with empathy and compassion.
Callis took a moment to catch her breath as the vomiting subsided, her body trembling with exhaustion. She focused on regulating her breathing, inhaling and exhaling deeply to regain composure. Jessy wiped her mouth gently, offering a small measure of comfort.
Kiev’s voice broke the silence, his concern still palpable. "Do you still feel like vomiting?"
The princess shook her head weakly. Her voice was like a whisper. "No, I think... I think I’m done."
Understanding Callis’s ordeal, Jessy fetched a glass of water and handed it to her. The princess rinsed her mouth carefully, grateful for the refreshing sensation.
Kiev rose, stepping out of the tent to dispose of the basin’s content. The nanny’s worry-filled gaze trailed to the princess, her concern apparent as she spoke to her.