Chapter Eighteen

I woke when Ashara and Mesandre brought tea and flat bread.

“Eat this before sitting, Princess,” Ashara instructed. I ate the flat bread, half reclined in the bed before sitting to drink the tea. The nausea struck, beading sweat along my temples, but I fought it back. The maids watched my face and when the sickness passed, looked relieved. “Good. Let’s get you ready for the day then.”

I followed them into the tent they had pitched for me, and stood whilst they washed my face and hands, and brushed and re-braided my hair. “Will you fetch Princess Liera’s breakfast, Mesandra?” Ashara murmured as she tied off my braids.

“Did you sleep well?” she asked me when Mesandre had left, busily putting the brush and other items away into the chest.

“Yes, thank you Ashara.”

“We will move on shortly after you have eaten.”

“Good.”

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