Chapter 106: Evanna’s Birthday
Was she mad enough to try and escape via this exit?
Suddenly a sharp pain hit the side of her head, and Evanna clutched at the area and immediately felt the throbbing of a headache coming on. With a wince, she tried to gently rub the pain away. Still, it only seemed to make it worse, shooting out an intense heat through her body. She gripped onto the wall and at her head as she tried to breathe through it.
"Lady Evanna, is everything okay?" Anwel’s voice was laced with concern as he peered at her on one side while Cedric came into view on the other. She waved them off and forced a strained smile, one that did not reach her eyes. Turning around, she looked at the palace and saw it starting to wave from side to side as black spots began to dance in her vision.
"I think.." Her voice became breathless. A sudden surge of hot and cold rippled through her from the tips of her toes until it reached her face. The colour in her cheeks paled, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body became limp and she collapsed. Evanna expected to feel the ground at least, but it never came as she succumbed to the darkness welcomingly.
Evanna woke up in the comforts of her bed, still wearing the dress she wore in the gardens. She was bleary-eyed and felt a stinging sensation behind her eyes as she looked up at the bright blue sky above her. Her body felt odd like her arms were too heavy to move, but at the same time, she felt as light as a feather. What was wrong with her? She felt weak, and so she closed her eyes again while a shiver rolled through her.
The princess clasped at her bed cover and pulled it closer to her neck. It took all of her energy, and she frowned at the odd sensation. Evanna had never been ill before. Not once had she taken a day off; her immune system was highly impenetrable. It seemed, though, her eighteen years were finally catching up. She wasn’t even old, but at the moment, she felt it.
Yes, that was right. Evanna was officially eighteen now. Ugh, what a way to spend her birthday. By the age of eighteen, she was now a prisoner. And on her ’special’ day, she was confined inside her bedroom due to this sudden illness.
Her eyes snapped open, and she felt a cool, damp cloth placed on her forehead. Rina was standing by her side, patting her head down in an attempt to help her fever. "I’m sorry if I woke you, my lady. You have a very high fever."
Evanna nodded her head; it seemed that was all she was capable of doing. Even tried moving her lips to reply, but it took considerable amounts of effort.
"Please, you should try and rest. I will bring some soup after you have slept," Rina said gently. The servant looked down at her with worry-filled eyes; Evanna wanted to reassure her that she was okay. But then, a flicker of doubt passed through her.
What if Rina was worried about the prince? If she died, which was very unlikely, then the servant would be punished? Evanna winced; the pain in her head had not subsided and throbbed. It felt like her brain was hammering against her skull, trying to escape, while her eyes stung from the sunny day and her skin coated in sweat.