Luna blinked several times, a dull ache in her head making it hard to open her eyes—each movement accompanied by a soft groan of pain. She massaged her temples to ease the discomfort, and as she did, a small towel fell onto her lap.She was startled to see the fever compress towel in front of her. Confusion clouded her face. She had no idea why she needed a compress. Was she sick? If so, why hadn’t she realized it?“Good morning, Miss Luna.” A maid entered the room, carrying a tray with soup and some medicine.Luna watched as the maid approached, setting down a bowl of hot soup and the medicine. “What’s that medicine for?” she asked softly, still confused.“It’s to help restore your strength, which had dropped,” the maid explained, placing the medicine on the table. “But first, I suggest you eat the soup while it’s still warm.”Luna remained silent, staring intently at the maid, her gaze full of questions. “Was I sick last night?” she asked again.The maid returned Luna’s gaze with a
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